The Passage

Even if you do have roots, you might wanna keep moving... that's me. There was no way I was going to stop at Portugal, my father-land.
At places where you find remarkable mountains such as Cape of Good Hope and the Straight of Gibraltar - both inhabited by baboons - nature is wild, and it shouts. At these millenarian capes, straights and points, you can smell history in the air. Agulhas divides the Atlantic Ocean from the Indian. Cape Horn is the start of austral land and separates the Atlantic from the Pacific. In Gibraltar, you can see Africa from Europe. Whenever you are in a place like this, breathe in and smell this strategic, and beautiful, and genuine watershed point. It is a way of appreciating nature.

So that's how we got to Cadiz. There I saw that Spanish people wake up at night - and I mean children, the elderly and youngsters. 
We disembarked from Alibi and embarked a French flagged yacht for a couple of days. Amongst the crew there was a French couple with a 6 month old baby. The boy would wake up laughing. His mother was a doctor, but she was also a backpacker. They used to walk him all over the boat on a harness. When the famous Gibraltar dolphins came to greet the boy wouldn't stop laughing. He seemed to understand their sounds. The dolphins also smiled. I saw it.
What an incredible, extraordinary and immense nature. She greets us with the gift of interacting with dolphins, the only animal - besides men - that keeps playing after reaching adulthood. 
I arrived in Majorca with this very strong impression upon me.