I remember the mad throwing and exchanging of clothes. I remember the make up suggestions and the mascara tips. I remember it took hours to get ready. I remember the long walk from where we were staying to The club. Cause it was a given, Tineretului, all night, every night!
Trying to make way between hundreds of teenagers moving in all directions. The smell of fried fish, kebab, doughnuts, boiled sweet corn, burritos, French fries and spices. People eating, drinking and laughing all over the tiny street, and a 5 minutes walk taking us over 20 minutes.
I remember the foul smell of a lake no one ever cleaned. I remember the Diavolo pizza that would make us all cry because it was way too spicy. I remember finally getting to the club entrance and looking in at those already dancing while queuing and waiting for the magic stamp granting us clear passage in and out of the club.
I remember the wild dance that started the moment we got it and stopped when we left the club. Moving our bodies to the music, any music, exhilarated and sweaty. Smiling, always smiling, rarely stopping for a sip of something. And turning and twisting and dancing with each other. Wild girls that kept on dancing all night. The boys could never keep up.
I remember dragging ourselves home, achy feet and no-longer-amazing makeup. Changing quickly and running to the beach for yet another sunrise! Always beautiful, always soothing. And then sleeping till late in the afternoon, going to the beach for a few hours and starting the club ritual all over again.
We were young, we felt free, we felt we could do anything. And we loved Costinesti with its old wreck. We lived for the 7 to 10 nights we’d spend there every summer. We loved this Black Sea resort’s spirit, music, food and everything there was about it.
It’s been years since I’ve been there. And Saturday evening, as those following me on Twitter have noticed, I accidentally got to Costinesti. We wanted to go to a club in Bucharest, but one thing led to another and we went to Costinesti instead. We had a Mexican Sombrero with Salsa and Tabasco sauce. We walked around. We checked out a few clubs, decided on Gossip. Did a little dancing. Then started our journey home just before sunrise.
The Costinesti I used to love no longer exists. It’s lost under piles of dirt, bad music and a lot of people I have nothing in common with. The air is different, a different spirit breathing through the resort’s pores. The place I used to love is lost among my memories. And I treasure them!
I did have fun though! Fun, because we were all spontaneous; because I went dancing again; because we were laughing all the time; because I was with two amazing friends; because I felt free, I felt like I could do it all. I felt inspired.
Alexa is a Romanian girl in her late twenties. She’s wild, fun, smart and lazy. She also has a big ego, some issues of the past to deal with and feels overprotective of those she lovs. She is Alexa, with her qualities and downsides… She’s also the main character of a novel in the writing.
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