WAVY LIFE

Once upon a time, there were two girls from a rich country, who were dreaming big, working hard and hoping for the best. These two kiddos became part of my everyday life and my real friends. They were the people in my life, I could rely on, I trusted, I enjoyed the company of. And then came something, what made them so distant. 

Well, okay. Europe is not that huge there are flights, and trains and buses, But it’s not the same as having them around day by day. Videochat is not the same as talking to them over coffee at sunset, “See you soon” doesn’t mean any soon anymore. This all was taken from us, because people are greedy, non-believers, go-with-the-crowd kind of people. 

Country packed with money. Rich people passing by you at the streets every day. High expectations, no support. Vicious circle. One day, you are living a dream, the other the bubble bursts. But it is your life, so you can’t let go that easily, and you fight to keep your dream alive until you can’t anymore.

It makes me think, how much hope and hard work is enough? Enough for people to prove them you are worth the money, they would not even notice giving away. 

Tak je to tu. Mám 25 a každú chvíľu má niekto z mojich známych svadbu, alebo sa mu narodí dieťa alebo minimálne kúpil a zariaďuje byt. Akože strašne sa teším za nich, ale (ešte) nie vďaka.

Po 7 mesiacoch šialeného tempa som mala chvíľku čas rekapitulovať. Áno, posledných 25 rokov, však nebudem trochárčiť. Stalo sa toho veľa. Veď je to aj poriadne dlhá doba. Vlastne samé podstatné veci, typu naučila som sa rozprávať, chodiť, prežila šťastné detstvo a tak. Lenže nič z toho by sa nestalo, keby som okolo seba nemala zopár čudných ľudí a jeden, ešte čudnejší, šport.

Za 25 rokov som dostala nekonečné možnosti. Univerzita tu, pobyt tam, diplom hentam, precestovaná Európa. Krajiny som striedala ako na bežiacom páse. Ľudia prichádzali a odchádzali. Plány, hodnoty a predstavy o živote sa menili. Plán A ostal. Niekoľkokrát som bola ochotná sa ho vzdať. Vždy mi život ukázal, že to bol omyl.

Lodičky, vodička, vetríček, dieťa je na vzduchu, all good. Výhry, slzy, prehry, partia, samota, radosť a únava. Od decka, do teraz. Nič iné nebolo dosť dobré. Tenis, korčulko, gymnastika. Všetko príjemné, nič pre život. Niekedy to bolo super, niekedy hrozné. Roky to išlo ľahko, a roky som bojovala. So sebou, s rodičmi, s veternými mlynmi. A stále bojujem. A predsa je to, to najlepšie, čo poznám. A tak sa zrodil plán A.

Keď som sa rozhodla nežiť podľa knižky, tí dvaja, čo mi toto všetko umožnili, ma podporili. Ako vždy vlastne. Nerozumiem, prečo mi vždy tak veria, že sa rozhodnem správne. A pritom občas také hlúposti vymýšľam. A tak sme sa v tom zrazu ocitli spolu. Ostatní ľudia okolo to buď rešpektujú, alebo nie. Vlastne neviem, čo si myslia naozaj. Ale, ako mi kamoška nedávno povedala, nie je všetko čiernobiele. Vraj musím dať ľuďom čas zvyknúť si na môj štýl života, moje hodnoty. Tak dobre. #challenge1

Život so mnou je veľmi náročný. Uznávam. Mám veľké očakávania, vysoké nároky, na seba, na ostatných. Nedá sa so mnou plánovať, všetko sa riadi iným kalendárom. Nepoužívam pojmy sviatok, nedeľa, všetko jedno. Keď mi na ľuďoch záleží, dávam všetko. Ale nie som robot, sorry. Takže niekedy sa nechcem stretnúť, rozprávať, proste niečo na štýl nehýb sa, nehovor na mňa, najlepšie ani nedýchaj. Ale to sa potrebujem len vyspať, najesť a byť chvíľu sama. Inak som strašne cool, samozrejme…NOT so.

Čas strašne letí a ja sa priznám, že neviem zastaviť. Čas, ani seba. Za tie roky som mala to šťastie na veľa ľudí. Niektorí boli úplní idioti, ale takú lekciu, čo mi dali, by som asi inak nezažila.

A potom, našťastie, tu bola väčšina tých kvalitných kúskov. Stále ich na svojej ceste stretávam a zrovna vždy, keď to potrebujem. Každý pomôže inak. Niekto dodá energiu, niekto sebavedomie. Niekto je ticho, lebo aj to treba, a niekto povie vždy to, čo otvorí oči. Nebudem menovať nikoho. Lebo ak sa nám cesty skrížili, tak viete, že toto je práve o vás. Neviem, čím som si to zaslúžila, ale dobre mi je s vami okolo. Takže ďakujem.

Ahoj. Mám skoro 25, som čistokrvná Bratislavčanka so zahraničným titulom, ktorý využitie doposiaľ na trhu práce nenašiel, čo dobrovoľne býva s dievčaťom z Východu. Nemám deti, psy, mačky a ani depresie zo svojho veku a už vôbec nie som na Tinderi. Na otázku, ako sa volám v bare zásadne neodpovedám. Čo robím? Na to rada odpoviem, aj keď sa to takmer vždy stretne s nepochopením. Športujem – odpovedám. A takmer vždy nasleduje otázka, že čo robím, akože v práci. No a ja zasa zopakujem, že športujem.

Keď som mala 16, mala som urgentnú potrebu odísť do zahraničia. A tak som išla. Táto potreba ma neopustila až do vysokej školy, a tak som znova opustila rodnú hrudu. Keď som ako čerstvá 18tka nastúpila na univerzitu, moje ideály o vysokoškolskom živote sa vytratili. Ani neviem prečo. Asi som to brala príliš vážne, ako všetko a vždy vlastne. V druháku som sa prestala zaujímať o to, čo si ľudia myslia, v treťom ročníku som opäť zmizla a prišla až na štátnice.  Základka, stredná, ani prvé tri roky vysokej mi moc nesedeli. Top študentka, ktorá nevie, či chce v štúdiu pokračovať. Nepochopiteľné. Ale nie pre mňa. Rozhodla som sa pre prácu a šport. Tiež som nebola šťastná. Nastalo dlhé obdobie depresie a hľadania sa. A ako inak sa ja môžem hľadať, ako znova zmiznúť. Asi prvý krát v živote, čo mi to naozaj vyšlo. Zdá sa, že počas dvoch rokov na zahraničnej univerzite som objavila kto som a čo chcem. Nie na 100%, ale to nebude asi nikdy.

Zrazu som mala 23 a musela som si vybrať. Akokoľvek ťažké to bolo, je a bude, bolo to správne rozhodnutie a ja som si vybrala šport. Aj to je dôvod, prečo vám asi nepoviem svoje meno v bare, pretože viem, že môj kočovný život nie je pre každého, a ja nemám chuť stále vysvetľovať. Neviem s nikým nič plánovať, prioritou je vždy šport. A tak ak sa aj dozviete moje meno smeruje to k vete: Ja nebudem môcť, prepáč, nie som na Slovensku. Ja viem, že je tá promócia pre teba dôležitá, ale ja mám tréningový kemp. A tak kým sa nespýtate a nenaliehate, nechcem a nebudem o sebe hovoriť. Poviem vám príbehy z ciest, ale nedozviete sa nič o mne. Môj život sa odohráva na vode, v aute, na cestách, okolo lode, na krásnych miestach pri mori, a ja nechcem aby ste si mysleli, že som len ďalšie high society decko, ktoré si užíva život za peniaze svojich rodičov.

V lete budem mať štvrťstoročnicu. Ľudia okolo mňa začínajú plánovať svadby, čakajú  a rodia deti, sťahujú sa do nového a cez víkendy navštevujú Ikeu. Ja navštevujem Bauhaus a železiarstvo. Nemám full-time prácu a áno žijem najmä z rodičovských peňazí. Nie, nie je mi to príjemné, ale mám to s nimi vyriešené. Či mi nechýba obyčajný život, ako ja vravím – civilný a všetky tie veci, ktoré premeškám? Chýba. Ale je zbytočné zaoberať sa tým, čo by bolo keby.  Môj život je netradičný, ale každý máme nejaký. A ja mám ten môj rada.

Mám mid 20s a stále potrebujem mamu a tata. Stále sú prví, ktorým volám, keď sa niečo deje. Kamošky podržia, ale tato a mama vždy vedia, čo treba urobiť. Alebo nevedia, a to potom počujem tú otrasnú vetu: „Domi, ty musíš vedieť...“, a to samozrejme vždy v prípadoch, kedy by som najradšej počula niečo konkrétne a nemusela sa rozhodovať. Kamošky mi vždy povedia, čo chcem počuť. Mama a tato aj to, čo počuť nechcem, ale čo mi otvorí oči. Keď sa z ciest vrátim domov, prvá cesta vedie vždy k nim. Kdekoľvek som žila, vždy som potrebovala nejakú osobu, na ktorú sa môžem spoľahnúť, ktorá mi pomôže a postará sa, keď bude treba. A akokoľvek to je zvláštne, teraz v mojich 24 rokoch, sú to zasa oni dvaja. Vedia o mojich výhrach a pádoch, poznajú cenzurované verzie, ako tato hovorí, „žúrov“ a keď vedia, že mi je ťažko na srdci ponúknu, že to so mnou preberú v alkoholickom opojení.

We all have one dream in common. The biggest one. Get to sail under the Olympic circles. We are doing whatever it takes to get there, but some days are harder than the others. Sometimes, it’s not days but even weeks or months. On days like those, when you are tired and lacking motivation, you might ask yourself, what is the border point, which will make you quit. 

For quite a time I have felt like there is no way out. That there is something not right in my head, something totally wrong with me. I felt as if I was less smart, less capable, less everything. I asked myself the question, if I really need this, for thousand of times. The pressure, the trying, the hard work, the sacrifice. 

The first regatta of the year hit strong. Tough day on the water, light wind conditions. Mistake after another. I forced myself to get my shit together and face it. It’s simple, just do it and see what happens. Despite still quite a few mistakes, we managed a good result. Our teammates weren’t that lucky though and suffered a horrible day 2. It was the first time in my life when I realized I am not the the only one having those doubting thoughts, when everything goes wrong. A talk to my fellow helm made me realize one thing. As long, as you love what you do and it makes you happy to go out there and hit the water regardless what happened before, you are on the right path. 

 Fakt, že posledné dva roky hovorím viac po anglicky ako po slovensky, miešam do toho nemčinu a píšem blogy a maily po česky absolútne znásilňuje moje rečové centrum. Niekedy sa tak zacyklím, že ani neviem, čo som vlastne chcela povedať. Lebo tie slová neviem ani v jednej reči. Ale toto je len taký úvod a ospravedlnenie, ak by moje vety nemali hlavu a pätu. Skôr som chcela pár slov k tomu, že som lucky, happy a vďačná zároveň.

Výraz dieťa šťasteny je podľa mňa trocha pritiahnutý za vlasy a nerada ho používam. Veci sa dejú z nejakého dôvodu a nie preto, že sa tak niekto narodí. Každá aktivita a každé rozhodnutie spúšťajú nejakú reakciu, preto sa veci dejú. A dejú sa tak, ako sa diať majú. Každý deň si uvedomujem, že som lucky, pretože mám možnosť v živote robiť to, čo ma baví a napĺňa. Naozaj ma to teší, lebo viem, koľko ľudí takú možnosť nemá, alebo ju premrhá. Ja viem (alebo tuším), koľko obety a dobrej vôle táto možnosť stojí. Najmä mojich rodičov. Nemyslím si, že im to všetko budem môcť raz plne splatiť, lebo buďme úprimní, mojím prístupom k životu milionárkou nebudem. A navyše, všetko čo mi dali a dávajú sa v peniazoch vyčísliť nedá. Za to som im veľmi vďačná. No a okrem nich som v poslednej dobe vďačná za basic veci, ako napríklad výlet s kamošmi a obed u babky, raňajky so spolubývajúcou a kávu na slnku (dobre a v krajných prípadoch aj za teplú vodu a kúrenie). Ale moju hitparádu zatiaľ vyhráva stretnutia s ľuďmi, ktorí ti odovzdajú nekonečne veľa energie. Ako? Väčšinou nijako prekvapivo. Len tým, že sa ozvú, keď to nečakám, alebo mi povedia to, čo nikto iný. Zdieľajú so mnou nápady a plány, aj keď sú akékoľvek. Nereálne, šialené. Ale predovšetkým keď všetko čo povedia je úprimné.

Začínam si uvedomovať, že život mi do cesty hádže všeličo. Zlé treba preskočiť, prebrodiť a dobré vziať. Každú chvíľu mám možnosť stretnúť ľudí, ktorí majú svoj vlastný príbeh. Ľudí, ktorí pracujú na tom, aby tu niečo po sebe zanechali, a zároveň nezabúdajú na druhých. Každé jedno stretnutie posunie moje myslenie na úplne iný level. Nie som si istá, či je to tak, že sa ti vráti presne to, čo dáš, niekedy sa mi skôr zdá, že skôr koľko zvládneš zniesť. V každom prípade som vďačná za to, že život mi okrem tých podivínov a neuveriteľných situácií hádže do cesty tých správnych ľudí, v správny čas. Takých, čo prídu a ostanú, alebo takých čo odídu, ale zanechajú po sebe stopu. Lebo niekedy je dobré vedieť kedy je čas odísť.

People telling me what is right, appropriate or unsuitable, how life is shit in our 20s are driving me nuts. Dear friends, I love you, but ....

Keep it down people and stop being so dissatisfied! It is not that I would disrespect people’s lives and problems. It’s just that in my opinion, life is more than how you dress, or how much you drink, if you are seeing someone or if you have hot body for summer. 

Honestly, I do not give a fuck about any of those. Some kids around me are constantly analyzing everything happening around them. And they are sharing it with me. Okay kids, sharing is caring, but everything has limits.

I found mine too. I try to focus on things that matter in my life. That come with smart use of energy and time. And that means, reducing the number of fucks you are giving. Set a number of fucks you are willing to give for things that matter to you every day. If you run out of them, every upcoming thing has to be forgotten. Not worth increased stress levels. If you need, read some books like this one --> The Life-Changing Magic of Not Giving a F**k from Sarah Knight 

https://www.martinus.sk/?uItem=271240. 

People can comment on it, but I seriously do not give a fuck about dressing up, I just feel cool in leggins and baggy T-shirt. I don’t care about make-up or perfect tan at all. Also I am also ignoring the fact that weekends are seen as party days. (I actually do not keep the track of days at all, which makes it possible to have a party any day I feel like). I don’t mind looking boring sometimes, because that is just who I am.

I do care about loads of other stuff, like being educated, strong, healthy and thankful. I give many fucks about my family, goals and routines. And I am not ashamed to stay home alone at home at Friday night and go to bed before 10PM. I will still feel awesome. 

Exactly one year ago we hit the water on the rocket with Sara for the first time together. Now, a year later, I am sitting at the same place and she is here with me. Looking back, at that time, I was in doubt if I will ever sail FX again. I was ready to move on to casual life. Thanks god I haven’t! Life sucked pretty much.

Since February we are cruising the European waters and if all works out, we will be soon sharing a 3-year-long journey. The past year has gone so fast, yet so many things have happened, it seemed to be more than 12 months. 

So far, we have had good and bad days, ups and downs. Good days push us forward, bad days don’t matter as long as we get over them together. It’s impossible to express, how glad I am, I can follow my sailing dreams again. Especially with that awesome, tough, cheeky, but definitely a cool kid.

Amazing stuff is yet to come, I believe. Special thanks to our parents and all the kids around us, who really mean it.

1 year ago:

Lately I have realized, the life is happening here and now and even if I cannot be in control of everything in my life, I can direct my energy to things that matter to me. Besides finishing uni and pursuing my sport dream, I decided to start a life on my own. I am (almost) 24 and I feel like I should be more able to take care of myself. Sure there are heaps of people at my age, procrastinating and wasting their parents’ money and energy. But I don’t want to be one of them. I realize, that as long as I will follow my life as an athlete, my parents will be my basic financial source and back-up. And as long as they are fine with it, I am to. However, my latest decision was to cover my expenses more wisely and independently. Especially, because next month I start paying bills and rent for my new apartment. 

The apartments has decades of stories and both my dad, my aunt and me have amazing childhood memories in there. After my grandma died, I decided to keep the flat and move in.

Honestly, I do not think the apartment will ever be ready. There is always something that needs to be changed or improved. All these changes, though, make the apartment alive. 

I am not too much into furnishing and designing. I like simple open spaces with lot of light and clear purpose. Grandma’s flat has high ceilings, huge rooms and old furniture. Without the help of my parents I would still be living in a squat to be honest, but they did help a lot and this is the result.

Old Russian SAMOVAR, iron from the early 1900′s and basic coffee equipment in our kitchen remind me of the smell of the fresh grounded coffee in the afternoon at Grandma’s.

Industrial design, always a good choice. 

Keeping an eye on me.

This painiting has always been a mystery to me. Who is that woman? Even when I was a kid, I have never noticed the woman to be naked. It was just so natural for her to look like that. The painiting is hanging above my bed and sometimes I am just watching her for some minutes. The thing I like about her is that she seems so confident, as if there was nothing in the world that could possibly break her.

I have loved books ever since I learnt to read. I love their smell, the notes that people leave inside of them. Every book has its own story, disrgarding the content. My grandparents left us a huge collection of classics such as Hemingway, Umberto Ecco or Honore de Balzac. It will take me some time to get through all of them. For me, it has been the most precious heritage they left. Therefore, you won’t find any TV in my living room, just books.

I got this old radio from my dad. He used to listen to it as a little boy and I actually like it too. I can’t wait long autumn and winter evenings listening to oldschool radio plays.

I was in London couple of years ago as a high school trip. I have done the classical sightseeing, slept in horrible Indian B&B, eaten shitty food, hated the rush, do not remember much. This trip was different, we had less than 24h in London, not even central.

The goal of the evening: shower, food, drink and bed! We flew to Southend, found a handsome Camden based friend at Stratford st. and slept at Forest gate (I still think of Forest Gump..) The quarter was rather ghetto-like but troublefree. We stayed at Marina's place, where everything was super clean and ideal for one-night-stay, considering the low price! Just the door locks were a bit easy to break in.

Food is a very important part of our travels! Needs to be usually healthy, mostly local, never chain! So we dropped our tired bodies at Kitchen Corner, a cute diner run by Italians. Delicious, affordable and I got a gluten-free pizza after weeks of cravings. Drink before bed is a daily must-have when on holiday, so we hit the local beer garden and were positively surprised by live music (obviously everyday) played by two Brazil guys. Amazing end of the day 1!

Waking up early, we were able to hit the town with backpacks again. Summery weather, dresses on, looking for Platform 9 3/4. How disappointing! A line waiting to take a picture. Expensive and fake. The only thing that could have cheered the kids in us was a good breakfast. Covent garden is very central and cheeky. Oatmeal and fruit bowls in 26 grains in Covent Garden were amazing! Impressive start into a day. Both food- and surroundings-wise.

Even when I hate shopping, what I wouldn't do for a friend. After a long walk I found myslef in 3 floor Victoria's Secret. Lord, seriousely? Well, it has been fun actually, trying out stuff you will never buy and watching girls buying stuff that would never be able to cover any percentage of their bodies but will empty their wallets quickly.

I have just taken the first steps to commit my life to something and someone for the next three years. My whole life, there has only been this one dream in my sight. And honestly, I would do almost anything to get there. My life without sailing hasn’t been bad, but kinda empty. Lately, I have been standing in front of the decision, how much more do I want to sacrifice to it. And I decided, whatever it takes.

 I have always dreamt about qualifying Slovakia to Olympics, to show what a country without a sea can achieve in sailing, to show what hard work and dedication can result in. Sadly, where is no will, there in no way.

I feel sad, when I think about the fact, I will not be able to represent my home country. On the other hand, for an olympic campaign, we need people who support us, who hold us. We cannot waste our energy in a meaningless fight. We are sailors, not bureaucrats.

Furthermore, my country does not allow to have two citizenships, so I will have to give up on mine. Eitherway, it is a strange feeling. Nevertheless, I must express a huge appreciation to Czech Sailing Federation and people around us, who see the potential and are willing to help us and support our campaign. Whatever happens, we will not let you down. 

So now, with a small heartbreak, but excitement about the future, I will wait, how everything goes. I haven’t though changing nationality can be something of a big deal for me, and if I think about the reason, there can’t be a better one. I know people can have different opinions, but I stand by my decision. I know, it’s a good one.

Today’s the Mother’s Day. And no, I didn’t bring any flowers or chocolate to my mama. I didn’t make this day any special for her. It was her, who did something with me, it was her who paid for the dinner even after a long day for her. 

My mom, is a very special being. Of course, kids usually think their own mom is the best.  And that is how it is supposed be. But I think, my mom is a bit different. I remember times when I thought dad is amazing, because he would let me do whatever I wanted and mom was the one to say no. Because of sailing, I have spent much more time with dad than mom. And now, being an adult, I realized how much and how often I miss her.

I miss her, when I travel, I always write to her, when I feel like there is no solution, when I feel my pain is never going to be relieved. But I rarely tell her, how much I love her and need her. Mom has always had exceptional empathy and has always been ready to help others, sometimes forgetting herself. Well, sometimes I realize I got the same in my genes. 

My mom is special, because she adjusted herself to the crazy pace of mine and my father’s lives and she still hasn’t become insane. She is special, because she is always trying to improve our lives and keep the relationships working. Mom knows even without me telling her. She just feels it. 

I love mom’s food and early mornings when I sneak into my parent’s bed just to have a nap next to her and wake her up with my stupid talks. I love seeing her laughing or doing something she likes. 

Mom is the one, who is worried, but does not talk about that, because I am grown-up. Mom respects my decisions, never questions me, but rather asks questions that make me realize things on my own. Mom holds my hand when I need it, And mom is usually the only one seeing me crying. She understands those things between heaven and earth, that I am struggling with. 

My mom is cool. And I wish she will be around forever. 

I still feel quite a big confusion in my heart and mind and I am not able to grasp many things yet. At least, I have set a goal and will do everything to approach it. And I am pretty sure everything else will come on the way. 

The thing is that lately I feel strong anxiety without any clear reason and my inside is just panicking. Like now. I have troubles to breathe calm, feel like crying and I just want to run away. Sometimes I get scared of it, and then I have to remember that all is just in my head. 

Still there are so many things I am thankful for but also proud of. I am half way finishing my studies abroad and the gain is not gonna be just the degree itself, but thousands of memories, experiences that shaped me and friends for life. I am following my sailing dream and am ready to give it all to have the life I want. Everything what I do and work on is turning one direction. Let's hope it's the best possible. Besides I slowly managed to get my own space and move to grandma's old apartment. It will take some time till it won't look like mess anymore but my room is fine for now. It's quite, spacious and without any door (yet). 

It feels like everything has changed for the past few months and weeks. I am making progress and moving on to something new. I am accepting new challenges and try to overcome obstacles. Keep my eyes and mind open to understand the world and myself better. Find the way I would like to live and be happy with. But it seems not to be present. 

Now, being sure only in one single thing in my life (which is ironically the most unstable one) I am asking myself what am I actually striving for? I can't keep calm, the energy is bursting inside of me. I wanna go and run, jump, dive, and fly. Then I go crazy. It happens always. But very soon I realize the thing I really need is unstable but very disciplined life. I need order, habits and someone who is somewhere in the world for me sharing all ups and downs. I need a home to escape the world and keep quite. I also need moments alone, only me, my body and soul. Ideas and images are flowing through my head 24/7. Sometimes I can’t sleep, waking up 4 am. I feel like I have unlimited energy to spread and share. Simple things make me happy. Drink a coffee with mom, jog with dad, hug a friend, sit in the sun. Some days I hate the world, people, rush, noise. And some days I can't stand being alone. 

During the past years I came to a point where I couldn't handle my emotions and all the feelings I had. I broke down inside and needed some help. Now I have to say, I feel more confident to solve things going on with me on my own. I am trying to give myself more time and space to see their natural flow. But now I am a bit lost again. I have no clue what I want and where I am right now. Everything just overwhelms me, daily issues and there is nowhere to hide. some days I talk to people just because I know I have to be there for them, even if I do not fell like doing that. The only chance would be to go and sail and escape everything what I have to deal with. I wish I could. Just... disappear away from all the things, as I have always done before.

This is her. Sara. She is 6 years younger, brave, reckless, tough, fun and fearless. She is very easy going too, and doesn’t care too much. Sometimes I feel really old next to her, and a bit jealous that she is crazy 17. On the other hand, she understands a lot, she doesn’t have stupid questions and she does not hesitate to fight back and put me down whenever she has the opportunity. Our creating relation is wild. I would never ever think, a kid like this can give me so much. 

What I like about her is her focus on the water. Her enthusiasm and drive. Nothing is impossible. She has stamina and neverending energy. Ashore I appreciate her honesty and openness. She can talk me into things I would never try or do. I even got a longboard because of her, so that we can have our free time rides along the coast. 

She challenges me in every way. To see life from different perspective. From the point of view, when there are no limits, no grown-up life duties or difficult relationships. Life is pretty simple with her. You do what you like and you drop what you don’t. Sometimes I have to stop and remind myself that she is just 17 and I guess at least half of the stuff I say is so lame in her opinion. But I am very lucky. She is crazy, and accepts me being that way. We seem to have the same flow and I really can’t wait for the next months.

During our training in Barcelona, when we couldn’t move a muscle we were asking ourselves, why do we do this? We came up with couple of reasons, and finally we realized we even like the reasons why we shouldn’t do this.

YES: 

- sailing makes us too tired to think about bulshit

- sport makes us happy

- sailing is calming and we do not have to interact with people

- we can eat a lot

- we travel 

- we can push hard, fight ourselves and improve

- we can wear leggins and sweatpants all week long

- we can skip school and work

NO:

- we are tired and have bruises and cuts

- we hate wetsuits, we are cold 

- we are travelling all the time

- there is so much stuff we need