With no prior notice we leave the medina, and the tourist ambience of Hammamet welcomes us with its summer atmosphere. Some people walk up the ride, loaded with towels, creams and other beach accessories that try to hide the beauty of the city we just left behind. Among the crowd, resting on a corner of the street ,our friend Wafa stands up with the same peculiar quietness that surrounds the afternoon in Hammamet. Seeing us, the memories of the past seem to flood their huge dark eyes as she extends her arms to officially welcome us to Tunisia. Wafa's brash identifies the lifestyle and attitude of the people of her country and her grace helps us to forget some resorts that spoil the beautiful view that we can get from here of the Tunisian coast and its blue, that one we've already had the pleasure to meet.
Already away from the older part, we follow Wafa's steps listening to the sound of the waves and wondering why we did not take our swimsuit at a place like Hammamet. To our relief, Wafa does not reach the beach and she goes directly to the restaurant Resto de la Plage, a lovely place with one of the most special terraces where we have been to. It chairs and tables are not right the beach but directly in the sand. Wafa chooses the table closest to the sea and the salty Mediterranean breeze caresses our cheeks. With determination, our friend shows her temperament by ordering first and directly her Peruvian coffee with chocolate before we could even ask for our frappé cappuccinos to a smiling waiter. Wafa is passionate, ambitious and committed, and she shows it as she talks enthusiastically about the work of the Selima Association that helps to improve the lives of children with cancer. The Association tries for children to never lose their smile, despite adversity, something children teach each day to adults.
The sun represses its strength while we return to the afternoon of Hammamet, which extends on one side its most beautiful and ancient treasure,s and on the other one, known as Yasmine Hammamet, its more touristy places. In the words of Wafa, these two areas are completely opposite and offer very different attractions. The tranquility of the kasbah, the souks and alleys where we got lost when we arrived in contrast to the large resorts, shops and bars and nightclubs in Yasmine, where modernity tries to overshadow the majesty of the medina, something extremely difficult even with its amusement park, the famous Carthage Land. Thanks to Wafa recommendations, however, on our way back to the airport we will stop at a different area in the south of the city, in Nabeul area, where the Museum Dar Khadija is located, an unknown place not only in the city but also throughout the country which is worth visiting to complement the story of this area. The location of Hammamet and country size allow further out various interesting excursions to visit, for example, the cities of Carthage, Sidi Bou Said or the capital, Tunisia. For the most adventurous there are routes offered by some agencies to visit the south in 4x4 cars to reach the gates of the Sahara.
Without us noticing and with a glass on her hand, Wafa jumps from her sit and stands up to get close to the sea shore, to which she walks as she invites us to join her loud and clear. Immediately after that, the three of us run towards the shore, trying to win the race against the sun as he searches for his night stash. At each step the white sand jumps with us, rubbing our skin until we almost can touch the waves. Sitting next to them, we toast to life facing the immensity of the sea as we can still feel the magic of the medina behind us and the taste of jasmine and salt on our lips. Life is made of these unique moments; magical and hard to forget. Those moments that get into the chest of our memory for ever.
In a corner of Tunisia, we realize that this is the essence of life itself we are now toasting to: unique and unrepeatable.