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  • Flying kites during the days of Easter is something typical here.

    In Denia, the small village on the Mediterranean coast where I was born, families come up to the beach, looking for sunlight and some wind.

    Sometimes we go in the morning, but most of the time we do it around 17 or 18pm, when kids and the rest of the family enjoy eating the "Mona de Pascua", the Easter cake with a hard-boiled egg in the middle, a tradition that we inherited from the Arabs.

    When I was a child, my dad bought a sky-blue and white very big kite (or so I remember) and we all spent a couple of hours flying it among the way that brings to the sea.

    Last year, my oldest brother and father of a child bought one kite at the Chinese shop in town, but the kite got broken as soon as we started flying it and we spent the rest of the time trying to fix it.

    I don't think it was the Chinese' fault, but this year we did not buy a kite. Instead, we took our Easter cakes and went up to the "Cherro tower", a watchtower built from the Arabs in the X century to guard the coast from the enemies.

    Either way, I still love watching kids flying kites.
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