Dear Kate

We met a Friday of June back in 1987. I know you were not too happy about my arrival, because you stopped being the center of attention and my presence implied that now you would have to share your toys, headbands and the love you received. That is how you became and older sister and started to stand me bites, fights and hair pulling. Then Vincent arrived and sometimes you became my allied and others my enemy, but overall you gave love and you clear the way.

Then I strive to dream, unwittingly putting thousands of miles between us but surprisingly the distance did nothing but bring us closer. After you met José, it is ironic that since he is a part of your life we never lived in the same place.

I met him one summer, among arepas and foam hats. A strange stranger, who paradoxically grew up in a environment similar to ours. I don’t doubt at all that both the Castro and the Bezic families have grown in front of the best example of love and devotion. For all I know this love that makes us all be here today is nothing but love in its purest form. Today begins a new stage, although I know that this adventure began long time ago.

Today I cheers because despite all the thousands of miles that we are used to have in between I leave you in the best hands. Because happiness together is multiply and sorrows are divided, it’s pure mathematics. Today my heart is convinced that this is only a part of the "Once Upon a Time" of an incredible "And they lived happily ever after".

Congratulations!

Written on Bus 81, September 6th 2014

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It's midnight, after a full day of diving.

Big day, I've done today my deepest dive 33.5m, I've lead my first official dive as a "professional in training" and I've done my first night dive ever. What an amazing experience, I think a night dive is the closest thing that exists on Earth to being out of space. The most peaceful, calm and quiet place in the world. I truly believe that the expression “rest in peace” refers to that exact feeling.... It was amazing, I am in love.

There is a particular way of feeling tired that you feel after a day diving. Your muscles are exhausted and it kind of feels like when you are going to get a cold, that you just want to lay and sleep.

As I lay in the top of the bunk bed of the room in the dive shop I am spending the night by myself, I can’t help but realized the perfection that surrounds me. In the distance you can hear the waves periodically, in that characteristic way waves sound at night when the sea is calm and the tide is high. Someone was playing horrible bad taste South American music, but all the sudden it is turned off and now in the distance and at perfect volume you can hear LET IT BE, with all it's calmness and peaceful melody. Now you realize how your face feels slightly warm, that perfect heat you feel in your face after spending a day at the beach, when you didn't got a sunburn but just the perfect amount of sun instead. Simply AMAZING.

Now laying in this crappie mattress with the perfect heat in my face, the waves in the distance and that characteristic noise from everywhere BUT the Jungle of Concrete I feel at home. I miss sleeping shelter by a mosquito net, under the watching eyes of the gecko, with no more light than the moon and the waves singing the most perfect lullaby. Ohhh my island life, where is my hammock? I want to swing in it forever....

Just realized I need and want to live next to the ocean, not near... right there, where you can hear the waves from the bed, smell the seawater, see amazing sunsets everyday and just enjoy the most amazing thing on earth, the ocean. What a perfect playground. I didn't realized how much I missed this, so much it's the first time I feel inspired enough to share a feeling. Inspired enough to feel that “I don't know what” in my stomach of excitement. My dad says I stopped writing, maybe I haven't found the inspiration to do it...

Where is my little piece of paradise?❤

written on saturday, 7th february 2015