Wednesday, April 30, 2014

Sailor at Heart

When I was barely a toddler, my parents would often take me to the beach for family vacations where I would happily splash in the water and run along the sand. My mom wisely put me into swimming lessons as soon as possible and I spent hours swimming during the summertime until my fingers and toes shriveled up like prunes. Naturally, Ariel was my favorite Disney princess and I swam around our pool pretending to be a mermaid. Looking back, most of my favorite family vacations revolve around being near the water whether it was our annual trips to Marco Island, cruises to the Caribbean, collecting shells on Sanibel Island, kayaking in lakes during the summer, or swimming with dolphins in Key West. 

It's safe to say that my love affair with the water has not subsided all these years later. I still get this strange internal rush of energy and wave of calm swell within me whenever I get close to the ocean any body of water, especially when I smell that sweet taste of salt water in the air and hear the echo of crashing waves in the distance, I know I'm home.

As one of my favorite quotes goes,

“I really don't know why it is that all of us are so committed to the sea, except I think it's because in addition to the fact that the sea changes, and the light changes, and ships change, it's because we all came from the sea. And it is an interesting biological fact that all of us have in our veins the exact same percentage of salt in our blood that exists in the ocean, and, therefore, we have salt in our blood, in our sweat, in our tears. We are tied to the ocean. And when we go back to the sea - whether it is to sail or to watch it - we are going back from whence we came."

~John F. Kennedy

Sailing in Boston has been on the top of my college bucket list and I was thrilled to go last weekend along the wharf. Built in the 17th century, the Long Wharf was once the busiest port in America during the colonial era. It's amazing to think that I was sailing across the same waters as our ancestors. I practically skipped all the way way home and can't wait to get back out there soon. 

I'm pretty sure I must have been a sailor in another life. 

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