I love the sea. It just goes on forever, and unless you are scuba diving or snorkeling, which I rarely am, in Greece, once I think. You generally don’t know what you are sharing it with.

I was born on the Prarie in the bread basket of the world, Saskatchewan, Canada. I am what is known colloquially as a “stubble jumper”. This is a term that describes someone derogatorally, I believe, as a person who jumps over newly shorn wheat stubble.

When the wheat has not been cut, they look somewhat like a golden sea as the wind rustle’s the wheat. The reason I bring this up is that, perhaps its where I get such strong feelings for the sea.

It might just be that I had never seen the sea very often as a child, none the less when I get the opportunity, I go swimming . The morning I got home from Placencia I went swimming in the glass like ocean. As I breast stroked out from shore I watched a little wave break slightly ahead of me.

It was completely uniform. One of the most beautiful things i have ever seen.

My advice: go to your market