As it has been several months since, due to circumstances beyond my control, I have not enjoyed the innumerable beauties of my beloved Xàbia, my mind reminds me and I write about the memories that animate and rejoice my heart, even in the distance.
One sunny summer afternoon and the sky was clear of clouds, from the terrace of my apartment on Calle Virgen de Loreto de Aduanas, while the gentle sea breeze from the marvelous Bay caressed my face, I watched in astonishment how the waves hit the rock protruding from Cape San Antonio that is at sea level, its whitish and curly foam, repeated the ceremony when it collided with the rock in tenths of a second, without visually having time to distinguish the space that passed between one wave and the next. I couldn't tell if the sea was raging or calming down, because the incessant corkscrewing white foam burst onto the protruding peak of the Cape that I could see from my balcony.
This rexicotetive action of white foam rings called the attention of my pupils who enjoyed the panorama to the sound of a distant melody, which seemed to be sung by an orchestra of celestial musicians. Will be reality? Will it be a dream? How can I perceive at the same time so many beautiful visions and the echo of so many pleasant sounds to the ear in unison? O friend! Do not be surprised, or is it that you have forgotten that you are in Xàbia? A paradisiacal place that floods the five senses with love, peace and happiness. I reacted and responded: sorry, the wonders
possibly I have been dazzled, blinded and have lost my sanity.
I will try to return to reality and feel all the magnificent moments of satisfaction and joy that my dear Xàbia has given me and still gives me. I, engrossed in the luminosity of the evening, stunned by the rise of the reddened moon, which peeked out from the breakwater of the green lighthouse as if it were emerging from the sea itself, my
eyelids until they ended up covering my vision and, covered by silver rings of white foam, balanced by two angels, I slept pleasantly until the rising and brilliant sun woke me up telling me that it had dawned, and my joyful body was recreated by returning to contemplate the rings of white foam and the immense
luminosity of the "Sunrise of Spain" of the incomparable beauty of the Bay.
I understood that every morning the sun rises, and that every sunrise is more and more attractive. It is the landscape that offers varied colors that mix with the blue sky of the sea and penetrate the organ of vision like a fast ray, with great joy that is transmitted to the mind and, this in turn, to the heart, that beats with a euphoria typical of an unexpected pleasure until you fall surrendered to the wonders that flood your entire body and revive you with unimaginable joys, and transform our entire being into glorious delight, after the contemplation of what we are
witnessing.
My dream had been fulfilled. I have once again contemplated your beautiful Bay. A new day had been born, a sun that does not miss the appointment, a new life that congratulates itself on the return of the fishermen safe and sound to port.
Juan Legaz Palomares.
