An Invasion of Italian Jellyfish
Una Storia Vera - A True Story, by Claudia
It was a beautiful August day. Era una bellissima giornata d'agosto.
It was Sunday - era domenica - so everyone was going to the beach.
'Andiamo tutti al mare!'
We decided to go to a place called Le Croci, near to Alghero. It is a rocky place with high cliffs and you can only reach it by boat.
'Io sono fortunata!' pensavo.
"I'm lucky," I kept thinking.
The sea was crystal clear. You could see right down to the bottom, as if the water was made of glass.
'Il mare è uno specchio,' diceva mia mamma.
"The sea is as calm as a millpond," my mum kept saying.
I could hardly wait to dive in.
'Andiamo!' "Let's go!" I said to my big sister.
We jumped in. It was a great feeling to be swimming in such clear water. It was like floating in air.
We swam and swam, further away from the boat. We were really fantastic at swimming that day. Nothing seemed to scare us. It looked as if we would be staying in the water all day!
Until I felt a sting on the back of my leg. What had I touched?
'Aspetta!' "Wait!" I called to my sister. It was time to investigate. I looked underwater through my mask.
Mamma mia! Non è possibile!' There was a jellyfish, known as una medusa in Italian.
We decided to swim back to the boat. If you see one jellyfish, it is usually a sign that there are more nearby. Che paura! Scary!
We began the long swim back. The boat seemed very far away. As we swam, we looked all around us, just to check that there were no more jellyfish.
"What is that strange thing ahead of us in the sea?" asked my sister. "It looks like a wall of floating mushrooms."