“Sea. What kind of emotions does the sea or ocean make you feel? Do you remember the first time you went in the water? Had a wave crash on you? Felt the sand burn your feet? Do you feel more peaceful around water? Do you hate the beach? What’s the most interesting thing about the sea for you?”
This picture was taken at St. Joe’s Beach, Florida in August. It’s one of my favorite areas, though really, any beach is one of my favorite places. I’ve always loved the beach. I think the beach has loved me back, too. It’s always a source of tranquility and refreshment for me.
My earliest recollection of the ocean is Miami Beach, though my mother has told me stories of going to Varadero Beach in Cuba. I wish I could remember, but even if I did, I would have been too young to enjoy the ocean by swimming out until my feet couldn’t touch the bottom.
I don’t do that anymore although I have plenty of happy memories from the days I’d snorkel at Key Biscayne (El Farito) and scuba diving in Pennekamp Park.
I’ve seen the crystal waters of the Caribbean, the Gulf of Mexico from the beaches of the Yucatan peninsula and the Florida panhandle, enjoyed swimming in the Atlantic Ocean from Key West to Jones Beach in New York, and dipped my toes in the cold waters of New England and across the ocean to the gorgeous, and freezing La Concha in San Sebastian. From there I’ve moved across Spain to Barceloneta and meandered along la Costa Brava and skipped through many beaches in the French Riviera. I’ve seen the beautiful Pacific in Monterey, California and Homer, Alaska.
Of all those beaches my favorite is always the one I happen to be enjoying at the moment. Especially if it’s with this guy:
