{"id":1864,"date":"2019-09-26T09:39:11","date_gmt":"2019-09-26T09:39:11","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/leticia.fetek.es\/uncategorized\/por-que-los-barcos-en-mi-web\/"},"modified":"2022-09-16T17:44:53","modified_gmt":"2022-09-16T17:44:53","slug":"por-que-los-barcos-en-mi-web","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/leticia.fetek.es\/en\/journal-en\/por-que-los-barcos-en-mi-web\/","title":{"rendered":"WHY THE BOATS ON MY WEBSITE?"},"content":{"rendered":"

Hello again! <\/span>Thank you for viewing my short video and registering in my channel. <\/span>And also for sharing it if you think it would be useful to someone else.<\/span><\/p>\n

Here is a blog on why there are so many references to boats on my website.<\/span><\/p>\n

This is a story that takes me back to my childhood.<\/span><\/p>\n

I lived in Mexico then. <\/span>During the heavy rain season there,before the strong showers began to pour, there used to be a great deal of thunderbolt and lightning, with their strong rumbling sounds and intense light that sometimes lasted for a few seconds in the sky for everyone to see.<\/span><\/p>\n

Two or three blocks away from my house there was a street that went downhill, and its slope allowed a stream to form, which lively raced down just after the rain and lasted for a few minutes. <\/span>Enough time to make paper sailboats float away... to the sea, I would think.<\/span><\/p>\n

I did not know the ocean back then.<\/span>The beach was very far away from home and, being a very big family, my father could only afford to take us all to his hometown- where we all were born - for a couple of weeks in summer, if we were lucky.<\/span><\/p>\n

Today, every time it rains I go to the window and looking at the magic crystal raindrops splash against it, I recall those magical childhood moments.<\/span><\/p>\n

When it rained all my siblings and I would fold paper boats to make them float down the \"street creek\" after the storm.<\/span><\/p>\n

We would take turns to launch the boats each one of us had made. <\/span>Every time it was my turn to throw one of the paper boats I had folded, my heart beat with great enthusiasm and joy, for I felt that I was on board one of them.<\/span><\/p>\n

I would pose a thousand questions to myself at a time. <\/span>Which one would reach the sea? How? When? <\/span>What course would it follow to get there?<\/span><\/p>\n

If I was sailing in one of them, would we both get to our destination in one piece? Or broken? How would I know? <\/span>There only was one way to find out. <\/span>One day the answer came to me when I was about to throw one of my paper boats upon the stream. <\/span>I had to live this. <\/span>Set sail myself to accomplish that feat.<\/span><\/p>\n

And I did. Here I am telling you this story. I decided to live my own adventure.<\/span>To travel a journey of my own, not knowing yet that I was rewriting the story of my life.<\/span><\/p>\n

You too can rewrite your own story.<\/span><\/p>\n

Contact me. <\/span>I am very excited for us to start this journey together.<\/span><\/p>\n

I hope my work can be useful to you because that is my goal and purpose.<\/span><\/p>\n

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Leticia Morales<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div><\/div>