One day I hope that I am at least half as good a writer as you are now.

Merci, ma chere.

Netpune

and

photos bonitas.

Rebecca, your writing is exquisite...I can see, smell the sea and feel the wet sand beneath my bare feet. Thank you. I'm just bouncing in here now betwen chores but look forward to a good read and your photos later...josh

Beautiful!

Everything you write just swallows me up and stays with me awhile. This is as good as it gets in my opinion.

Incredible writing Rebecca!

Didn't want to let this one fall off the board.

Rebecca,

Ollie Ollie Oxen Free!!!

Wow, how did I miss this? Nice one Rebecca. I too have seawater in my veins.

Love your writing. I am still looking for that ideal spot to live, the ocean in front and huge mountains in the back. So where do I live, landlocked and not even a brook in sight.

I am calmed by the images in your words. Because I don't share your yearning for the sea, I enjoy the opportunity to see it through your eyes...

This is poetry. Thanks for your beautiful word pictures.

I didn't realize till after I submitted my message that the original one was posted in March 2007. Michael, thanks for bringing it forward. It's too good not to be enjoyed again.

I don't know how I could have missed this but I did, otherwise I would have remembered your poetic description

Rebecca, that really is a wonderful piece. Although I've never had the opportunity to understand the sea from your latitude, I feel like you transported me to your beach and showed me what it's like to love the place. Thank you.

Rebecca, you have a beautiful gift of words.

Oh my such beauty and kick the can also. Going down to the ocean in a few days. Great there in the fall when the crowds are gone. Thank you Steve in Baltimore.

Glad you all enjoyed it second time around also

I enjoyed this description of Bucerias. Makes me want to go to look for sea glass and kick back.

We lived in Central and South America for 10 years and have very fond memories of living on the beaches.

Now we're back in the Northwest to take care of aging in-laws but still can get to the beach to look for sea glass even though it's a bit of a temperature change for us.

Thanks again.

linje

Delightful reading. Pardon me Lady, your soul is showing.

What is it about Ohioans and the sea? I think it's an individual thing, like cellular memory maybe. Yes, it is our grandmother.

I enjoyed this again. Lovely, just plain LOVELY.

We live on an island...it's not really an island, but a small penisula that sticks out and has a river and salt marsh cutting through the "neck." We just call it an island.

Whenever I cross over the causeway going home, I get a feeling of peace. Is it the water? It's more than just going home. It's like a return to a place that comforts and rebuilds the body and soul.

There is also nothing like crossing the river early in the morning. The water is like glass and the sun is reflected gold. An occasional water bird will make tiny little ripples. Maybe a fish will jump. There's nothing to disturb. That's the Real World. Everything else is just a passing Time.