Beach Memories

Some people are drawn to the beach… and some of us carry the beach inside.

I grew up in Caracas, just about 30 minutes from the sea. Some of my earliest memories are of warm sand between my fingers, collecting shells and little rocks, listening to the rhythm of the waves rolling in and out. The sunlight on my skin, the changing blues of the water, the endless horizon, it all felt magical.

We spent several vacations at my aunt and uncle’s (Ofelia and Jose Ramon) home overlooking the Caribbean. I can still close my eyes and see that view. It remains one of the most beautiful chapters of my life.

There was always a sweet dichotomy in my relationship with the sea, love and fear, fascination and caution. I was careful not to go too far into the water, aware of its power, yet completely in love with being near it. The ocean teaches you both wonder and humility.

Today I read a phrase that stayed with me: “There are girls who go to the beach… and others who have the beach inside.” I smiled, because I knew immediately, I belong to the second group.

The beach lives in my memories, in my calm moments, in my need for beauty and simplicity. It lives in the colors I’m drawn to, the textures I love, and the pieces I create. Every shell, every stone, every natural detail carries a whisper of those days.

Maybe that’s why I’m always returning to the ocean, not just physically, but in spirit.

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