Funny travel story/ Children eating sand

We spent this summer on the longest sandy beach, Island Rab, on the Croatian coast. With the naked eye, one can notice that eight of the ten children there were eating sand. Some parents observed that calmly while others were in a panic, taking sand from their children’s hands and mouths. The quiet observers seemed to be the more experienced parents who had two or more children. Parents with one child were those in a panic. They look at every little thing, but with more children, the third, fourth (I suppose especially with the tenth child), they do not pay much attention to such nutrition habits. The second and third child eat whatever they take; shoes, keys, coins, food for cats and dogs, mud, flowers. Sand is also part of their menu. I didn’t know that kids intuitively know that eating sand guarantees a long and healthy life until I read the story of a woman from India. Sudama Devi is over 80 years old, and sand has been her favorite meal since her childhood. She eats sand for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, and I’m sure it is also fine as a snack too. She has had no health problems in her life. Unfortunately, children eat sand only when they are very small, but later these healthy habits somehow begin to disappear. From their third and fourth year, they become more selective with food and everything else. At that age, the sand makes them anxious because it sticks to their feet, so my four-year-old daughter had a nervous breakdown this summer on that sandy beach. The sand was sticking to her wet feet as she came out of the sea. Thus, the frustrated child went in and walked out of the sea fifty times until she lost, at that age, her underdeveloped nerves, and began to scream. To calm her down somehow, I tried to show her how the sand had its good side. We made sand cookies and I asked her to eat a few of them, inspired by the healthy and long-lived life of women from India. The child began pretending to eat because she thought we were playing. I told her, “Aura, sweetheart, we’re not playing, eat it for real, it’s very healthy. It’s for lunch.” She couldn’t manage to eat that grey cookie, so I still had to give her a peanut sandwich, which is unfortunately not as healthy as sand. But her bread fell on the sand, peanut-side down, and I thought it was great that we inadvertently got that dose of essential minerals. In the past, I used to be worried when food fell on the floor and I didn’t let the children eat it. But now I remember that healthy Indian woman, Devi, and I become friendly with the idea of a crunchy sandy noise coming from my children’s mouths. I’ve also heard that cats eat sand when their bodies lack minerals.

I made something that looked like sand tortillas and offered it to my husband because he is crazy about Mexican food, but he didn’t want to taste that mineral meal either. Truth is that he doesn’t eat anything healthy, even since he was a kid. But when I told him about Indian Devi, he was seriously interested, so he studied various healing aspects of the sand on the internet. We realized that we could no longer force children to eat sand, but we knew that there must be another way for these minerals to be absorbed in the body. And of course, there was. My husband had read that from ancient times, even from Hippocrates, there are sand therapies. People are buried in the sand so that minerals can enter the skin. We have concluded that it is best to bury the living children in the sand except for their heads so that they can still breathe, drink, and eat. You just bury yourself in the sand and let nature do its work. After all, we have thought, if it does not have some great health benefits, at least our children will have these 15 minutes (as long as the treatment lasts) to rest. Maybe they will like it and stay in the sand all day so that my husband and I could go for a walk or have coffee, or if they sleep while buried in the sand, we might even have time for dinner too.

Our younger daughter, Pia, escaped as soon as she heard we wanted to bury her, but my older daughter was buried for almost a minute, making it easier for us to deal with just one child for that short time.

My husband suggested that we cover him with sand too. It required a lot of effort because of his proportions and after two or three blades of sand, the children gave up. The biggest challenge was to cover up his stomach which had a Himalayan altitude from the perspective of larger ants or sandworms.

My husband was resting in peace for five minutes when the children came and began to sprinkle sand on his head. Sand entered his eyes, his nostrils, and his mouth so he could not breathe or talk. He overdosed on all sand minerals that day so we expect him to have at least a turtle-long life.

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