 We walk the boardwalk instead, beyond the two ladies who plait hair, onward a few minutes more until we reach the trampolines. This is the longest distance we have walked since our vacation began. We do it for the children. And now we strap our children into harnesses and watch them bounce up and down on the metaphor, up and down, up and down, as we sit on a low wall facing them and the sea, legs dangling, sipping at tumblers of vodka brought from the hotel.