by Helena Agostinis They say that to appreciate Fuerteventura, you must first leave Fuerteventura.
What a bizarre thing, huh?
They say that only in this way, when you return to your country, will you realize what you have left behind.
Isn’t this how quarantine also works?
Living the quarantine makes you appreciate and regret the life of before, life outside a window or balcony or from a ten-minute escape, to go for a walk the dog; but be careful this is not a comparison, it is just Nostalgia.
They also say that you don’t notice what you have, only until you lose it and that’s where the beauty is, I lost Fuerteventura even before the quarantine, but nothing can stop me from continuing to imagine myself there, imagining that as soon as I leave the house there will be the wind and the ocean waiting for me, together with my lifelong friends, Ready to go out to spend a fun afternoon, there will be work (even if hard and exhausting, in the end you end up missing that too), there will be the sun and the playa, there will be the Mercadillo and the bottellin by the sea.
There will be bonfires and songs sung to the sound of a guitar or a clap of hands, there will be people and the music of the ciringuitos, the papas arrugadas and the joy of children who enjoy singing dirty songs, without knowing the meaning.
There will be an island so loved and so hated for what it takes away and what it gives, the usual debates among us Italians, on which is the best coffee or the best pizza, looking for each other and trying to get lost, like those who do not look for each other but in the end always find each other.
There will be those people you never thought could become friends, the greatest friends of a lifetime, so different from each other, yet perfectly set in the circumstances of this place, so strange and so magical.
And if someone asked me: ”¿Qué tal tus dias de quarantena en Fuerteventura?” I could only answer: ”Yo qué sé… I live in Italy!”, but go and tell them that it’s not what I feel, go and explain to them that as soon as I open the door of the house, there will be no more streets and traffic, shops and confusion, but there will be the tranquility of the playa and the strength of the viento, there will be the power of the waves of the Cofete or the immaculate beauty of beaches still unknown to tourists, breathtaking and infinitely vast beaches. Go and tell them, I’m free to feel in quarantine wherever I want, since I’m deprived of everything, at least let me imagine what will be out there. Imagination yes, but perhaps not too much, because when the quarantine ends, I will open the door of my house and I will be there, in Fuerteventura or I will take a plane and I will still be there, in Fuerteventura. I am one who has left behind many things, the family above all, and unfortunately, but life goes on, y ”yo me quedo en casa” es por ahora, ma no para siempre!
Traveling, knowing, living, this is what the quarantine has deprived me of, both here or elsewhere, both for me and for everyone, but what the disease and the quarantine will never be able to affect, are the imagination and the desire to live, and so I prepare, I say hasta pronto Fuerteventura, hasta pronto to life and everything will go back to the way it was before, in fact, perhaps better than before.
To be brief, I live this quarantine thinking and summing up my life, with extreme patience and an eye to everything that has been granted to me so far, a good dose of respect for life and a great enthusiasm for the love that I have learned and learned to give, right on this Isla Bonita of mine. #yomequedoencasa #iorestoacasa {SCOpenGraph title=L’isola-mento! by Helena Agostinis } {SCOpenGraph image=https://www.corralejo.info//images/Annunci/helena-foto-fb.jpg}
