A Sunday Kind of Love – Soundtrack of the Day #1
This short post is a personal snapshot. Sometimes a song says more about my mood and my life in Tunisia than many words – this text is exactly such a soundtrack of the day.
It is Sunday.
I woke up early as always in my apartment by the sea in Chatt Meriem.
Luna was still sleeping, curled up like a comma at the end of a peaceful sentence.
After coffee, we walked along the beach.
Sand. Wind. Sun.
One of those quiet mornings when everything feels right – and yet no one is there to share it.
Later I took a taxi to the Mall of Sousse.
Not because I needed anything, but simply to let myself drift.
I made a little game out of it: I entered the most expensive stores, asked way too many questions, let the saleswomen unleash all their charm – and then left without buying anything.
I don’t want that luxury.
I don’t need jewelry or overpriced Zara clothes.
What I really want, with every fiber of my being, is a Sunday kind of love.
I scroll through Boo, through Tinder.
Sometimes life sends me a sexy Tunisian language teacher right to my doorstep – one with a phobia of body hair.
Yes, my hormones are active and thankfully my imagination is still there as well.
But as tempting as this buffet of eager men may be, I’m not hungry for that kind of feast.
What I wish for is not a love for one night.
It is a love like on a Sunday –
the kind that lingers after breakfast,
that smells of sunlight and coffee
and feels like home.
Etta James – A Sunday Kind of Love
Lyrics:
I want a Sunday kind of love
A love to last past Saturday night
And I’d like to know it’s more than love at first sight
And I want a Sunday kind of love
Oh, yeah, yeahI want a, a, a love that’s on the square
Can’t seem to find somebody
Someone to care
And I’m on a lonely road that leads to nowhere
I need a Sunday kind of loveI do my Sunday dreaming, oh, yeah
And all my Sunday scheming
Every minute, every hour, every dayOh, I’m hoping to discover
A certain kind of lover
Who will show me the wayAnd my arms need someone
Someone to enfold
To keep me warm when Mondays and Tuesdays grow cold
Love for all my life, to have and to hold
Oh, and I want a Sunday kind of love
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeahI don’t want a Monday, Tuesday
A Wednesday or Thursday
Friday or Saturday
Oh, nothing but Sunday oh, yeah, yeah
I want a Sunday, Sunday
I want a Sunday kind of love
Oh, yeah
Sunday, Sunday, Sunday kind of love
- This post is a personal snapshot.
- The song is the focus, not a thematic statement.
- The lyrics are part of my daily life in Tunisia.
- No advice, no essay, no analysis.
