And when you least expect it… the sea. I saw it when I was young, with small feet; the noise, the smell of wood that crowned my foot races in front of the cabins, keeping me company, my lips salty with play, and a large grandmother intent on baking the best stuffed shells in the world… Maybe for me it will always be the sea: eyes that follow you from afar glued to your back as you enter the water. The most beautiful tan I have ever known. A sun so sweet as to embrace all of me while escorting me back to shore. Always. Land.