
Thursday, May 12, 2011
Roadtrip...

Tuesday, May 10, 2011
I did not remember the exact age when it happens, but I think I was like 15 years old when I had my first experience that makes me reflects about death. I was in playa Mar Bella in Vega Baja having a fun day with my friends during the summer. My friends and I decided to go to a rock named “El Corsario”. It is a very dangerous place, where many people die. It is a giant rock from about 30 feet from the water, where the people go and jump in into the furious ocean.
When I get there it seems easy and fun and after a long time thinking about it, I decided to jump in. It was a wonderful experience, everything seems to be normal. When I was trying to get out of the water everything changes. I was climbing in the rocks when big waves came and push me into the rocks. In that moment it was only me and the ocean. I was in a big silence thinking about what to do. I realize that if I want to get out alive I needed to stay away of the rocks, but it was no easy the strong currents and the big waves make it very hard. I stayed down there like 5 minutes fighting for my life and for me it seem like one hour. Hopefully in one moment the ocean calm down and I went out with an horror face. My legs and back suffered a lot of injuries.
This experience increases my respect for the ocean and it wonders. I would never go into that rock again. I already learn the lesion, ocean dominates us completely and we have nothing to do in that kind of situation. I gave a lot thanks to God that gave me the opportunity to get out of there.