Living by the rise of the sun and sleeping by the glow of the moon. That is a peace like no other.
The place- Pineda de Mar, Spain The time- July, 1979
As I glanced out the window at the rocky barren mountains yielding themselves to the lapping waves of the sea, my mind was skipping along with the rhythmic clangs of the rails. Stucco homes’ red tile roofs peeked up like notes on a bar scale as we chugged along the open Spanish countryside. The brilliant blue water was a reminder of the mountain Bluebirds from our homes so far away. As the train’s screeching wheels announced our arrival, we fervently gathered our backpacks and belongings and stepped out into the unfamiliar.
Hunger was our first thought. We strolled along a narrow cobbled street and came upon an open door. Inside were a few tables and benches. A cat stretched across the counter. We sat and disbarred our heavy packs. Soup and salad arrived- no menu, no questions. This was the food of the day. And as Helen noted, only $2.50! Yeah!
With bellies full, the beach was our beacon. We stepped with ease and confidence. Too young to know worry. Our thoughts were full of hope and adventure. We found a perfect area of sand where a public bathroom and shelter were within eyesight. Creating a home made of blankets, rafts, and gathered wood, we noticed that no one was around. No one. No one but the sky, the sea, and each other.
We fell with the moon, and rose with the sun, experiencing a harmony with nature like no other. For two weeks our bronzed sun-kissed skin nourished in the salt air. We slept, cooked, talked, and wrote. With millions of stars above us and millions of grains of crystal sand below, we rested; sandwiched in a universe with no time or place.
I hope you enjoyed this glimpse into our youthful journey and that it inspires you to breathe in the rhythm of life. The graceful way of being, where days and nights pass so effortlessly, is truly living.