O, I wish it were summer.
Wish I were at the sea and there were sand between my toes.
Wish I was taking one of my long walks along the sea collecting seashells and listening to the tidal waves and to the laughter of my children.
Every year is divided into two - the cold season which last nearly five months when all my hopes circle around the forthcomming summer, and the warm season when we do our best to be as much as possible at the Mediterranean sea.
Ordering this salad is part of the ritual for welcoming summer. Every summer we go to our favorite restaurant and we know, this salad will be still at the menu.
And this is such a comforting thought - everithing is there just waiting for us.
And every summer we inevitably go back there because this is our favorite spot in the world.
