A simple life in the future

I sometimes wonder what life a person should live. Or what life I should live, actually. Is it in The Netherlands? Is it in a western country? Surely I could spend my life in Madrid, but wouldn't that be too busy in the end? Yeah, I think so. I don’t need all these modern and fancy stuff around me...

I hope for a simple life in the future. I don’t need a television. Neither do I need a computer. I think I need sun in the future. What I want is to live on a small, warm island. A simple, old but convenient house close to the beach. Doesn’t even have to be on the beach. Just somewhere in an old, small town. I imagine myself to sleep in every day. Take it easy, drink some tea and eat breakfast. There must be a radio in the house. Hey, and a ball too (if there is a garden, it can be in the garden). Do some things around the house and then my daily walk to the newspaper stand. There I buy a newspaper and go to the local old pub, where I read my newspaper. All the time in the world. I drink something in the pub, I don’t know, water or a rum coke, whatever. Outside the sun is shining and no tourists evade the place. It is all tranquilo. I know the bartender and he knows me. I came to the island for my rest, not to be popular or show of. The islanders know that and respect that. The islanders are quiet, but always greet me, either with a glance or a smile or a happy and enthusiastic greet.
After the pub I go to the markets to get dinner for the evening. The man of the market stand always begins a conversation. I never say a lot, I never do, but always chat with him a little. He is a real man of the people, talks to everybody and is always polite and happy. I like him for that.
With the groceries in the bag I walk back home. The door is never locked, there is no need to. I put the food in the fridge and put the rose I just bought in a little glass or vase. My woman (I am probably still not married, but live with the one I love) will find it when she walks in. I have no idea where she is, but that is not important. Perhaps she is sleeping in the bed. Or she is lying in the hammock. Maybe she is working in the garden. It can be that she went into town. She does that now and then with her friends, who are all from the island.
I turn on the radio and tidy up a bit. I also prepare dinner for later. Who ever cooks won't have to deal with that. Then I get my photo albums and look at the photo’s of family and friends in Holland and overseas. Of my trips in Australia, Peru, Bolivia, America, Guatemala, Cuba, England and Italy. And hopefully of more trips I will make in the future.
Then I might sleep for an hour. Depends on if I am tired or if I have something to do. I will then find out if my girl is in the bedroom. But she is not. That is good, that means that she is having a good time somewhere else. I fall asleep and wake up after an hour. She is already back and started making dinner. She is a good cook and I tell her many times. She likes the rose and she gives me a kiss. She is the woman I love. She doesn’t ask questions, she already knows. She understands I am not talkative and that is fine with her. She feels me. And she knows what I think of her. Words are not important anymore. I would die for her and she would die for me. She tells me about her day and she knows I love to listen to her. We talk about the day, her things and my things. She is drinking wine and I am drinking a rum coke.
And every night before we go to sleep, we dance. We listen to easy listening music and dance slowly to the rhythm. Outside it is still warm. Sometimes we or I or she go(es) to the beach to walk along the shore. Other nights we go the local pub and have a drink there. There are always people there, so we talk to them. We never leave the pub sober, and never totally drunk. Also we lie in the hammock at times. Just dozing of, talking about little or big things. Or just looking at the stars.
Next morning is fabulous. Family is coming over for one or two weeks. We both go and pick ‘m up. I get the keys from our old jeep, needless to say it has no roof. When the plane arrives on the tiny airport we are already waiting. No big waiting halls or baggage belts. Just get the suitcase from the carrier and walk straight to the car, parked next to the airstrip. We brought a big hat and a big sunglasses for our female guest to wear in the car. Like my woman she puts them on. She loves it! She feels like a movie star. The weeks are wonderful. And after they have left, la vida tranquila starts again. With my baby, on a warm and small island. In a small town, close to the beach. In our old, but convenient, little house.