Zee.

Today I went to the beach where my Oma used to live.
I woke up early [agh, it's zondag!] and went directly to Las Cruces. There, I met my family up and went to the church.
It was boring.
I mean, I hate mass, they're boring, catholic and... did I say boring? Besides, I'm QUITE sure it was an Opus Dei mass (?)

so, then when it [eindelijk!] ended up, we went to the shore and climb up some rocks and wait to a giant wave to come.
The weather was perfect: cloudy and windy, with fierce waves and the zee was blauw, zo blauw als ooit.
Then one of my uncles threw away my Oma's ashes into the wave, and with its perfect blue and snow-white meerschaum, it ate the dust like a hungry monster.
The cycle was completed.

It was very emotive.

But now, my Oma is just resting in the place she always wanted to spend the rest of her... life? death? whatever.