a commitment with the sea

My first memory of life, or the moment when I believe my spirit became aware of itself on a more substantial level, was when I was only 2 years old and my father made me “jump waves”.

It was a kind of joke that he played with me in the water, in the surf near the sand on the beach and that consisted of holding me by the armpits and lifting myself at the exact moment when a wave burst to cause me to jump on it.

My body was submerged to the chest but with my head always out of the water and the feeling of being immersed in the ocean feeling that swing, added to a certain fear for the power of the swell and the sudden jump that followed at the last moment before being hit through the foam, it created a state of extreme joy and ecstasy, which made me never forget.

Well, this was just the first episode of a long relationship I have with the ocean and I will have to talk about this topic many more times. Occasions will not be missing since I take my walks by the sea almost every day.