I grew up being scared of deep and open waters, even if I was born in the city by the sea. Even so I have been always seeking seas, oceans, rivers and lakes on my travels. My first abroad living was in Italy, very close to Salerno and Amalfi coast. In USA, I lived in Norfolk which was close to Virginia beach that offered restful walks. In Vancouver I enjoyed the view of bays and ocean every day when riding a skytrain to my school. And I missed that possibility in Prague, even so there is a river going across the center. And I missed it when staying in Cordoba for too long. This year I managed to see also Brighton which for me is such perfect place for a city to be: by the seaside, where people can walk and be and watch sunsets and hang out with each other.
Now having moved back to Latvia, I visit the sea much more often. Appreciating its healing power for mind, body, heart. And its magic, since it connects countries and continents, even if it is not visible to a human eye while standing on the beach. I still do not trust the deep open waters, they keep scaring me, yet deeply attracting and soothing and holding me while I tell my stories being out there.