Let's tell the stories of the peculiarities of living Seaside.
Let's tell the stories of the peculiarities of living Seaside.
Hi and welcome to Cake! 🎂
One question I've always had when visiting beach communities is are the people who live there more chill in terms of careers? I don't have data or studies to back me up, just a feeling that people who are hard-charging, ambitious career types go to seaside communities to temporarily escape their high-pressure lives and then return to the cities.
I seem to be one of those.
Hi Chris, thanks for the welcoming!
I guess there's all kind of people living seaside. Some people i know, on their 30s, are really hard working. There's a couple of developers like me working remotely, which is really demanding as you may know.
Near me there's a fisher community, and it's definitely not easy! People struggle a lot to live off the sea and land.
On the other hand, I also know a lot of people that have an easy going life. Some own small guesthouses, do surf lessons and enjoy the best nature has to offer. Others have small cafes or restaurants that only get really busy during summer, and use the low seasons to rest, do renovations, do a bit Olericulture.
For myself, after a while the seasons started shape me a bit. Having so much beauty around, really invites a person to be more outdoorsy. Every season there's something amazing happening.
Sometimes just being able to walk to the coast during the afternoon for a coffe and soak the sun for 15mins, really recharges my batteries. For people that are passing by, i guess we can be seen chilling.
What makes you return to the city?
I’ll never forget a conversation I had with one of the founders of WordPress. We were talking about a potential collaboration, and he made it clear that his schedule would have to allow for 3-4 hours free time every afternoon because he needed to go surfing.
That's so amazing! thanks for sharing @lidja !
This landscape really gets into a person. I'm making more and more time to be present, to fill my lungs with fresh air, day in, day out.
I used to think surf had so many clichés until i started learning it this year. The huge waves, the strong currents, the unsurpassable tides, the constant tumbles don't matter for long after I start surfing the first waves. Like any other sport, the adrenaline is really exhilarating, and zipping through the waves is really funny. Being able to do it every day is really a privilege.
edit: was it Matt Mullenweg? i am myself a wordpress developer, so this coincidence is really funny.
It sounds like Matt! I admire him for not only building Wordpress but somehow avoiding the crazy intense lifestyle associated with building a company like that. For example, he was part of this epic hike that Trey Ratcliff, a photographer I admire, was on:
You're really lucky to live where you can surf. I lived a year in Santa Barbara and there was good surf most days and I loved it every afternoon.
I know of Trey! Kevin Kelly was there too! must have been interesting times indeed!
In Spring, Friends visit more often. We get to dinner outside, stay late late in the evening until the night chilling winds pick up again.
Seasons passing is imponent on the all the senses. But is all gradual, and storms are plenty even in Spring.
Between them, the blown-in sand, the bent trees and the tightly clamped pine cones, one can enjoy the fresh fading view of the castle in the sky.
A couple of sunrays is all the calling people need. Vans filled with surfers wash up the parking lot, and jumping boys and girls start to make their way to the sea, holding the heavy surf boards over the head.
Families hop off into the beach, not sure what to wear. Some brave in barefoot, some still in winter coats. Makeshift hats made of extra pieces of clothes.
Parasols pop up like blooming marshmallows, the new found shade under them quickly filled with burning red shoulders, the skin not used to sun yet.
Wiser old people lined up under the shadows, sitting on stone benches.
Your writing is beautiful. Each time you make a new post we get tantalizing hints of where those beaches are: stone benches, winter coats, parasols... At first I thought maybe Israel, but parasols?
thank you @Chris, you're too kind! English is not my mother tongue, so I may get some words wrong :)) I looked up and some may call them beach umbrellas?
You guessed the direction ( West facing ). I'm in the Mediterranean, but on the other side, in Portugal ( north ).
Oh, Portugal! ❤️ I have loved every day I’ve spent there, traveling by rail and bus. At one time I got fascinated by the great Lisbon earthquake of the 1700s, which I think changed the course of European history in many ways.
Parosol... Maybe I’m the one whose English wasn’t so good. I googled it and found a lot of images like these. Before seeing these I was thinking of small Asian decorative umbrellas that are hand-held. 🤭
I'm glad you had a great time here!
That earthquake definitely changed Lisbon. I can understand how such a important event rocked the rest the of Europe, politically and religiously. Have you wrote anything about it?
As for the beach umbrellas, that's the ones! Most aren't so "fancy", usally bright colors and flimsly :D
The rain has returned, finally. Despite all the benefits, no one really likes storms. The fish dive, the birds hide, the ground fauna curl up, the insects burrow and people … ?
So what to do we do on rainy days?
Cozy up with a shawl, put some slow playing music, sit by the window and enjoy the view.
These two photos were taken minutes apart.
Or… let’s go for a quick walk between the downpours.
The skies clear, people brisk from one place to another, the sound of the waves rise above the howling winds, the birds shrug and take flight for a snack.
It's really interesting how birds react to rain differently. Some completely ignore rain until the stronger winds come about. Others are the first to dive into the bushes. Some stay perched in the pine branches. Larger birds like seagulls flown inland well in advance, only a few stay. Since its spring, the riverbed is filled with ducks, gooses and cranes. They scoot back and forth to the high grass and sea thrifts.
( taken some days ago, before the storms )
I can't feel the barometric changes that well like birds and fish, but better get inside, the wind is picking up again and, coming in fast over the sea, heavy clouds promise more rain. Time to catch up with the reading and writting. See ya next time!
I didn't write about it but I did produce a documentary for Stanford about earthquakes in Israel, which have had a profound effect on its history.
One of the most fascinating books on the Lisbon earthquake is this one that I bought used long ago. There was a priest who was preparing a talk for later that day in one of the cathedrals, who lived in a second-story apartment. When the ground shook, he thought it was the royal coach come for the services on all saints day. But it was the beginnings of the earthquake so he ran out in his robe and was able to write amazing first-hand accounts of the cathedrals catching fire (long drapes and candles lighting the inside), collapsing, prisoners escaping the prison, the tsunami washing ships ashore, etc.
Neighbours come into town more often too. Some rent or lend their places, so there's always new faces on weekends. Barely any stay for the week, so during Sunday late afternoon, there's much running and door and windows closings.
Slowly, the voices quite down, the usual night wind whizzing through starts to get noticed again.
It's a strange feeling that one gets used to. People leaving. Peace and tranquility. I love very much the quiet sleepy nights. But the weekend bustle fills the streets and hallways with life. There's so much excitement, kids crying, shouting and laughing, songs and running around.
Then, it's the *decrescendo* of emotions, the goodbyes and the waivings, these loud sounds fading away. They bring in a little sadness and the feeling of being left behind.
Nothing that a good night sleep won't cure tho, because, if it's **sunny**, it all starts again next weekend.