I come back from my contemplation becausuddenlyddently rocking back and forth, I put the lid on my cup. Ha! Those tourist boats passing so close! making waves, shaking my coffee and throwing aside my baguette with jam. There is no respect. They don’t see that people live in here? I immerse in myself again…
There are memories that are like cracks, and cracks are like doors… there are moments that when evoked they transport us. They’re waterfalls. Is living them again. Today I’m flooded with a memory.
Is there something that could be called “Beginning”?
1. Today I went back to the moment I knew that someone had crossed the Atlantic in a sailboat. On sailboat ! The Atlantic ocean? For weeks? In the sea? A woman and… alone? Incredulity, amazement, a shaking feeling of ” REALIZE ” something. I was living in San Francisco. That day I was biking around the bay … down there of the Golden Gate Bridge I saw the little white triangles drawing imaginary lines in the water… I was amazed, they were so small and so fragile as paper boats the wind can blow them off. And yet it was possible…
I’m back in Polynesia. Over there, onland, one can see the guys rehearsing for the dance competition. Drums and ukuleles. I see the rehearsal as a neighbor watching over the fence, but I’m onboard of one of those boats that were sailing in San Francisco.
What happened from the day in the bay to the moment of now that connect them like parallel universes?
2. When I worked in Geneva, I went to visit some friends in Germany. Pao married Daniel from Berlin, I spent a week with them. During the dinner, almost by chance, Daniel mentioned that he was crew on a sailboat for 6 months in the Caribbean. He quited his job as an architect, left his house and all. His former colleagues had placed in the office a photo of him sailing in the Caribbean with the footnote: “Best Employee of the Month” while they were living one of the coldest winters in Germany. I felt again a feeling in the stomach. I felt closer. Now knew someone from the “real life” that did it.
Hungry for something
It’s lunch time? Here in the boat you know it’s time to eat when you are hungry. There is not shedule. And, what does it matter if it’s weekday or weekend ? I heat the leftovers of yesterday’s dinner and return to where I was …
3. During the time in Europe I was finding what to me seemed small signs, those traveling coincidences that one tries to read as gypsies read hands. I visited Marseille, a city where the sea is very important, being the largest port in the Mediterranean. I was walking around the boats and I met a guy who found a crew position on the Internet. Then Olesia said in Ukraine she had been certified for sail small boats, and Ola from Poland too. I asked them so many questions; I wanted to investigate more. Now I was feeling real the possibility.
The sun comes to the island
We’ve been waiting for “weather. It is the windy Polynesian winter. Out there beyond the reef, the sea is rough. If onboard the boat the day and time don’t matter, here the Weather God is who has the last word. I haven’t been ashore in several days. There is a litte sunshine, so I take the dinghy and head to the dock, jump ashore and do a quick shark knot.
4. I’m going into other gap. I remember being in Czech Republic in the kitchen of a very old house where I lived with my friends Maga and Rami from Argentina. We were laughing and doing whatever on the internet, when I said – I know what I’m going to do next! As I wil live on a sailboat, right now I’ll learn to do knots. With a serious attitude, I opened Youtube and looked for a tutorial… 5 minutes after quited. We laughed. However, that day, “I had a certainty” as Maga says. I was sure that one day I would do it. I didn’t know when or how, but I was sure.
Going out of the path
Walking around the island and heading to the mountains, -Ia ora na! -Bonjour! I came across kids saying ” good morning ” in Tahitian and French. I start going up and I feel like going out of the path marked with little stones. I turn left. I get lost among the trees.
5. When I returned to Mexico people asked me what’s next… I then replied with a tone of normality: “Ho well, I ‘m going to live in a sailboat.” I’m from the central part of Mexico , I had never been before on sailboat, neither in Mexico sailing is common at all. It seemed crazy then, but I had that confidence. January came, I made my backpack, I left and went to the coast of Mexico. I decided to take a different path, “create” my own way of experiencing, and jumped into the void.
I Am Here
Back to the boat, I’m playing guitar. I look around of these square meters of wood in which I’m floating.
I love this feeling of living floating in the water, water in movement.
I feel light, mild, fleeting, momentary …
Like the foam of the waves.