It always been there, ever since I was born - nearly two years ago. It's a voice, like some distant siren, calling me, an incessant appeal to take to the water. On long summer days, I would stare across the pond at Ata's house, wondering what was on the other side. Of course, I could see the other side but that's beside the point. The waves called me : " Gongo, Gongo, Gongo..." I had to answer the call.
Papa already knows that Inès is going to be an ophthalmologist. But my career is still up in the air. Or at least, it was up in the air until Saturday when everything changed. I knew it the moment we stepped on the boat. Aye, I did!
I was sailing with the best. Patrick and Rory, half Scottish, half English. They ruled the seas for eons. They had the right accents. They talked to me of distant ports in distant lands. Rum and accordion music. I felt the boat dance with the waves, the storms bash the boat. The thrill of the open seas, well, river. Ahoy maytee, It's a sailors life for me.
After a soggy stop at Port Paris Plages we were ready to brave the gales once again. We did the usual sailing stuff like batten down the hatches and put all hands on deck, blah, blah, blah. That's beginner stuff to and old sea (river) dog like me. I might look into a second-hand pirate ship...
By the way, it was also the first time Inès took to the seas. She liked it too, but she's still going to be an ophthalmologist.
From Inès and Gabriel go sailing
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