I didn’t grow up in a beach culture- I grew up in scorching hot Bucharest and went to the seaside only during the summer. Two weeks at my aunt’s place in Constanta was all the sea I was getting. Now, don’t get me wrong- I loved it to bits and enjoyed my time there.
And yet there’s a sense of nostalgia looking at pictures of Australian surfers- gorgeous blonde women who surf, who live down by the beach, wear swim suits all day long and live, if you will, off the land, with little money and no pressure, only a lot of joy.
They tell me saudade is something Brazilians use to describe the yearning for something you will never get back, or something that you never had. So this must be it.