At the beach Some Aurovilians are lunatics, literally. When a full moon rises, so do they. The stock standard full moon gathering occurs on the beach. By the time the sun has set everyone's gone for a swim in the moon-maddened sea and ferocious hunger has set in. Onions and potatoes roast in the fire and fish grills above on a piece of chicken wire.
Water boils for tea while everyone either waits or cooks.
Sticky, sandy and delicious Traditionally dinner is sticky, sandy and delicious. Hot sweet milkpowder tea tastes like nectar and the mood becomes tangibly more relaxed as digestion sets in. When energy returns, improvised music and sometimes theatre performances involve anyone prepared to knock two sticks together or even sing. Everything seems alive, not the least of which the ocean, which heaves and froths with intimidating joy. Everything feels like your friend, and you want to whoop and call and jump about, and you do.