Back then — I know, I sound like an old lady — but years ago, when I worked as a tour guide in Spain, I had the idea that Spaniards weren't that sporty.
Maybe it was because I mostly worked in tourist areas, where life revolved around hotels, music-filled nights and visitors — and less around daily Spanish life.
But now, so many years later, I see something quite different.
Now I live in Catalonia, near the coast, in a place where I walk or swim every morning. And I see them: sporty Spaniards. People walking, jogging, cycling. Not just early in the morning, but also late in the day. It seems like moving and being outdoors has become a natural part of daily life. Maybe that awareness grew even more after COVID.
What strikes me: swimming in the sea, very early in the morning — you rarely see that. Most of the time, it’s just me. Sometimes I pass a fisherman, or someone walking their dog. Technically dogs aren’t allowed on the beach, but if it’s quiet — like on an early morning — it’s usually tolerated. Sometimes it feels like I’m the only person in the world. Just the soft light, the calm air, and a sea like glass.
Later in the morning I suddenly hear the kids from the sailing school, the sound of kayaks hitting the water. That’s when the day really begins. But before that?
For a little while, the beach is all mine.
Today is Ascension Day, and I’ve given myself — just like many people in the Netherlands — a day off. I’m writing this blog from the beach, my trusted place. And I realise how special it is to live these quiet moments, to cherish them — and to share them.