A Sunday of coastal lizards

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Last weekend I did what works best for me when I need to clear my head: escaping to the beach, not to the wide crowded part, but to that rocky stretch where the sea crashes more fiercely and people almost never bother to go because, among other things, I love the sea. Not just its vastness or the sound of the waves, but what it hides in its corners.

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I arrived early, with the sun still horizontal, and sat on a smooth rock to look around. The air smelled of salt and dry seaweed, and suddenly a quick movement between the cracks caught my attention. I leaned in carefully and there they were, some small brownish grey lizards with a darker line on their sides and a very long coiled tail. I already knew what they were called, I had seen them in photos before: coastal lizards. The name always seemed to me an adorable contradiction because they are not dogs, they do not play fetch, nor do they bark, but they have something playful and wary at the same time that makes them endearing.

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They were shy, I found that out immediately because as soon as I tried to move my phone a couple of centimetres closer, they ran away as if I had made the worst noise. They hid among the rocks, under the limpets, in cracks that seemed impossible, but I am stubborn and besides, I had time.

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I stayed still, without making sudden movements, waiting while I learned not to look at them directly, to pretend I was watching the horizon while following them out of the corner of my eye. Little by little, they began to come out again, first the boldest one, poking out its head, and then another, smaller one, stretching out in the sun on a hot rock. And then, without thinking too much, I took out my phone with the gentleness of someone who does not want to burst a bubble and I shot several times, almost blindly. Most came out blurry or with the tail already disappearing behind a rock.

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And so here are these photos with the coastal lizard posing sideways, one front paw resting on the rock as if it knew that was its best angle, while it looks at me with a round, bright eye, as if saying, okay, I will let you have this one, but do not push it.

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I went home with sand stuck to my feet and the happiness of those small victories. I did not bring back a treasure or live a great adventure, but just the photo of a lizard was more than enough.

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