The mediterranean breeze is stroking waves gently cooling my bare feet with salty water. The sea shimmers in the afternoon sun, my exposed skin breaths in the warm air scented with pines and salt. Those elusive moments I embrace. Relaxed, I watch the distant horizon fading into the azure magnitude.
A picturesque port of Sagres is filled with numerous small boats bouncing gently on the water surface. Strolling along the pier brings that calming feeling of breaking away from all the burden of everyday life. In the morning, as the sun rises over the peninsula, the sea is serene and soothing. The gentle waves of the morning breeze reflect pink and yellow hues emphasising those first rays of the new beginning.
Sagres Fortress, constructed by the orders of Henry the Navigator, is located in the southwesternmost part of Europe. It is from where he set to explore the new world. Isolation of its location is emphasised by breathtaking scenery of vast open spaces and dramatic cliffs vanishing into the ocean. For many centuries this place and its significant position was perceived as the limit of our world. For daredevils of the past this was the getaway to travel beyond the limits and push back the frontiers.
Just like all great explorers I came to what was known as the limit of the old world and the spirit of the explorer within me was awaking. Standing at the very edge of the old continent watching the waves crashing against the cliffs I could feel the sense of adventure of our pre accessors. It never comes without doubts of the unknown but sometimes we have to face our fears and listen to our heart to see the world without the limits.