This is my December contribution to Photo-Heart Connection. The last Saturday of December, while I was visiting my mom, I went for a walk. That´s something that I don´t do often when I am visiting her, usually I have no time or I don´t feel like leaving her alone... but this time I had the feeling that something was awaiting for me outside, beyond the four walls of my mom´s house. So I went to the capital of the isle to have a look and carried my camera with me just in case
I went to the promenade beside the old church and suddenly I knew why I had to go there. The ocean was calling me. I needed to breathe some salty air and felt its spicy touch inside my body. I needed to fill my mind with the blue tones of the sky and the water and caress the warm stones... and dive into the colonial atmosphere and get in touch with my coastal roots
This is the village where my mom and my dad, and all my ancestors, were born. By this coast my grandfathers walked and worked. This is the place where my grandmother and my grandfather get engaged during the carnival celebration. This is the sea where my mom swam every day along her childhood. And these are the streets that saw me and my dad walking hand in hand
The same sea, the same sky, the same houses, the same doors, the same church, the same corners and wickets. The same waves, the same sound. How did I forgot how much I love all this little parts of me? When the hell did it happen?
I got lost somewhere between my youth and my adulthood, and trying to find a way to overcome my early experiences, and gain some perspective, I forgot that I belonged to this place. But that last Saturday of December I felt that I met myself again in this place. That I am being now the person that I was meant to be
And I realized that I had been travelling onward to be back here and breath without fear