My steps in Caracas

Being at the beach, I remembered the times I used to go down on Wednesdays and Sundays, since it is about 20 minutes away from Caracas, where I lived and was born. I remembered how much I loved being able to escape in the middle of some circumstances or problems. I remember that I would get on a pickup truck or a car and I would go, I would spend the whole day in front of the sea watching how beautiful and immense is that Caribbean sun, which in half an hour makes you red and red. I remembered the years of my childhood, the years of my adolescence, my friends, those friends who today are no longer there because they are in other countries, but we are still in contact despite the borders and distances. It is no longer the same, each one grew up and made her own life. I remembered those unique moments. Taking advantage of the fact that I was in good company with that friend from home, the trip became a little shorter and in good company. We ate empanadas wherever we went, there was a fruit shop with my love for fruit. I, above all, contemplated how beautiful the place was, I wanted to capture everything on the phone, I wanted to be able to capture its people walking, working, I wanted to capture the docks, the fish, the smell. That memory, now almost 50 years old, I can say that in the midst of everything that is happening in the country, our people are unique, hardworking, made for the future. The women are always made up, beautiful, radiant. There was not a single time that I did not get on a public transport and did not wear those perfumes at 6 or 7 in the morning, well perfumed all the caraqueñas. Definitely, it is my beautiful land.