Addictions

Formentera, January 2023

Who else would not get addicted to jump in that sea? We have been keeping up with daily swims the whole year through, with water temperatures going down to 15 degrees, so far. It does not sound cold but it is, I swear. Especially when it‘s windy. And it will get colder in february/march, after the rains and storms have passed thru.

As long as your body gets used to that cold shock at first, you start swimming and breathing with calmness. Then you can stay in there forever. Naked I mean, no wetsuit. You feel indestructible when walking out of the water, like Phoenix out of the ashes. And I need that so much! This feeling of being indestructible, strong, healthy, invulnerable. Not only me, as well others get addicted to this feeling, like my boyfriend Stefano, my sister Deborah in the above picture or my brother from another mother Joseph, who runs around in t-shirt and shorts all day. Or naked as usual.

Stefano is more and more addicted or passionate about fishing, since he lost that huge big 7 kg beauty off the hook, about two weeks ago. He spends mornings and afternoons in the sea. And lately, he sits in the evenings in front of the chimney watching youtube tutorials, to improve his technique. I filmed him that day of the beast’s loss, instead of helping him to get it on the boat. Stupid, proud, useless wife. In fact, that day on the boat, I took my laptop with me because I was on duty and needed to participate in the morning conference call of my newspaper. Of course, camera and microphone off and on silent. When I suddenly heard Stefano fighting with this huge amberjack. There was no time to react but to film, with laptop on my knees. Shit.

Deborah is very busy with her 3-year-long lasting phytotherapy and homeopathy studies. And Joseph keeps working on his new start up project day and night. He came to stay for the winter in Formentera, to concentrate on his passion, avoiding those many distractions in Berlin.

And me? Nothing. For the first time, after many months, I simply relax and watch the plants grow in the garden, feed my two stray cats or go off mountain biking. I quit one of the two daily pills - dopamine agonists - in order to avoid getting sick and throwing up all the time. And prefer to limp instead. Got no marathon run ahead, right?

I still haven’t gotten used to my constantly growing pre-menopause belly, but Debo and I have started detoxing since January first, the most famous day to start new challenges. No alcohol and non-processed food, no sugar, no bread but lots of home grown vegetables, wild herbs, weeds ( nettles, wild spinach ) fresh caught fish and fresh eggs from Maya‘s chickens that Deborah is taking care of.

Happy New Year!