The smell of the sea brings back memories and makes me travel to other moments, even those I have not lived, but I know from family anecdotes. The smell of the sea is something that awakens pleasant sensations in me.
A walk, a walk being able to admire that blue, turquoise and so many other bright colors that make and break as the sun changes the inclination of its rays, that is wonderful. To be able to walk on a path where on one side there is that immense sea and that smell of sea, of salt that brings back so many memories and on the other side to look at part of the mountain, rocks, vegetation.
A place where I did not find much shade, but a beautiful view of boats and sailboats that create perfect postcards to the eye. Boats that seem to sleep on the stillness of the water that holds them amidst the beauty of the reflections.
The foam of the sea hitting on the rocks generating a melodious sound, the best music is generated by nature, I always say it, besides being the best artist of all.
I love the view that was generated between the water, the colors, the wet sand and rocks. A relaxing path that allowed me to enjoy the smell of the sea. That smell that brings back so many memories. My grandfather loved the sea and boats, he liked to fish and ran boat races. I enjoyed him for a short time until he left, but the smell of the sea reminds me of him and even what I did not live with him for lack of time. But I still have the anecdotes of his life, and I don't forget that.
I think I inherited his love for the sea because when I see him nothing else exists.
I found a place in the middle of my walk where I had something to eat and I could admire the scenery around me like this tree with its beautiful canopy rising to the heavens.
It is good to pause along the way, as in the path of life to admire the little things around us. Sometimes it is necessary to take time to observe.
From that place where I was sitting, where there were benches and special places for picnics, I could see a bridge and also the raven.
The crow is a big rock, depending on how you look at it you can see shapes, I see faces, but it is possible that someone sees a crow or several or maybe something else.
I went to the bridge to get another view of the famous crow and took a picture between the timbers of the bridge. The sun seemed to be holding it in its hands. I know the sun doesn't have hands, but I thought I saw them resting on the sea.
As I turned my gaze these rocks were looking at me, while the sun was also caressing them. And as I looked above me, this tree greeted me. I always like to observe my surroundings, standing still in one place, and then resuming my walk.
A walk that took me to a small lookout, where I could find some shade and there I could have another view of the sea.
It was a little higher than the rest of the land and the beach offers many views depending on where you are.
And so the crow could be seen from up high waiting to take flight, or maybe it would just stand there watching the sea foam.
The path took me to a tunnel, you know I love to explore and as I came out of it new sights in the distance I could see, but I think that path will be the reason, later on, for another walk full of surprises.
I walked towards the beach, towards the crow that, with every step I took, grew bigger and bigger, until it even wanted to block out the sun. Its rocks or the big rock in all its parts were beautiful with many shapes.
From that level the sea looked ecstatic and the sun on it made it more beautiful.
A ladder would take me to possibly a new adventure.
A higher place where there were some trees, rocks, bushes and a higher trail from which to see new and beautiful scenery.
In the distance stood the crow in the middle of a beautiful paradise.
The road had prepared a seat for me, it told me to sit there to finish my walk and admire the scenery... those moments when one can appreciate nature and rest from the road.
Thank you very much for joining me today in this beautiful hike that I have done. I send you a big greeting. See you soon.
Amonet.
All photographs are my own.
