There’s a freedom in living life as a seafarer…A pleasure in having the ocean road to navigate your direction. Your only decision influenced by your pointing compass. No constraints and the wide-open space of the horizon a reminder about the limitless options to your journey…
It’s a shift in perspective. The senses sharpened to different elements. The sound of lapping white wash as we part the seas, the rumbling of the motor, the passing landscape alongside us and an oceanic sea breeze blanketing itself over you. The only traffic being the occasional passing sailing vessel sharing the infinite ocean together with you.
You can travel where no one else can. Find yourself in the nooks of remote bays, view the landscape from a different angle. Catch the beauty of the early morning light, a thin crescent moon exposing itself from the opening of your bedroom window, the night sky gently breaking itself apart, making way for the warmth of the Mediterranean heat to flood through while the gentle motion of the boat being stirred by the sea lulls you. The bliss of what indulges the senses completely spoils you and you retune yourself to fall into the rhythm of the sea. It’s a comforting solace being immersed in the natural elements. Your sailing vessel, an open sky and the distant horizon your only companion.
There’s something about the blue of the Mediterranean Sea in Greece…I’ve been fixated on it since I was a kid. There’s a richness in the depth of its colour. To me it epitomises the essence of what I experience when I travel there. Freedom, being completely inspired, my senses awakened and a fluidity in the way I feel within myself that is always enhanced by my surrounding environment. There is no other place on this earth that evokes what Greece brings out in me. My soul lingers here.
When you travel by sea, there’s a different anticipation in approaching your destination. The rugged outline of the land your first encounter with what awaits. The islands in Greece impose their own character. Each time I’ve arrived into a new port, I get my first sense of the place. It’s my introduction to what’s ahead. It makes me curious about what lies beyond the walls of the mountains. What hidden chess of treasures are there for me to find.
Being exposed to the elements heightens your sensory experience. It offers a greater connection to your surrounding environment. There’s no filter to buffer the encounter. You might be witness to a sunrise, be approaching at the tail end of a sunset or perhaps like me, you might me be racing against the onset of storm clouds while the rugged landscape of your scheduled destination emerges tall from the depths of the sea…
Happy travels…Paula x