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by Luc\u00eda<\/p>\n

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LUCIA’S STORY. 2012<\/p>\n

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5.15 in the morning; the alarm rings, which catches me with one eye already half-open. Nerves. The heat?<\/p>\n

I go down to the restaurant, and I notice my Swim mates have already breakfasted. I wander round the circular table, as I just don\u2019t know what to eat; my stomach is all screwed up. After going around three or four times, the lad on reception, watching me from the doorway, offers to help \u201cCoffee. Perhaps you need some coffee?\u201d<\/p>\n

\"\"On the tables vacated by those whose tummy was full, I spot kiwi fruit and banana peel, tubs of jam opened, but not fully emptied, half- nibbled slices of bread and teeth marks on the boiled ham. Would that mean there other screwed-up stomachs?
Then, outside, we swimmers recognize each other and exchange greetings. At this unearthly hour and dressed like this, we are not out for fun, nor just out for the fresh air.
Hundreds of folk in front of the Tabarca ferries. Lots of male and female swimmers. Lively but nervous conversation. Volunteers and organizers. What a scenario! All wide awake and getting on with their job.
I get in the line relating to my bib. 332. ID. The girl scans down the list for my name and…. no problem. There I am. She marks down my details with yellow fluorescent highlighting. They mark me on my right arm, with just a bit more care than if I were a wild animal and I look for a space to get myself sorted.
People, back-packs. protective cream, loads of cream, nervous expressions smiling faces, more protective cream, so much on some that I start to wonder if I\u2019ve put enough on myself (I left mine in the hotel) Chip on the heel (on which leg?) It\u2019s all the same isn\u2019t it? Was there anything about that in the rules?<\/p>\n

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Swimmers on their own, couples, threesomes, foursomes, groups, clubs, from near and far, top class swimmers, special vests, such as \u201cOpen sea\u201d, \u201cTriathlon\u201d sounds of foreign languages . All ages figure there. I\u2019m over the moon. Everybody here because we all like the same thing! I\u2019m grateful there are people prepared to organize this type of event.<\/p>\n

The mobile phone rings. How are you? Have you got a bad elbow? Will you be able to swim? Lots of questions, all giving me butterflies. Good Luck! We\u2019ll see you at the Finish. \u201cIf I get there that is\u201d, I muse. I must be crazy to do this, but of course. The family is keen on visiting Tabarca. Cheap excuses, really I want to just swim, I want to do this crossing, just for me. \u201cThe\u201d crossing. I leave the backpack in the van and go towards the Tabarca ferry area.<\/p>\n

When there is only one ferry left to sail, and the last but one gets ready to go, from the top area of a boat, a lad holding a loudspeaker unsettles us shouting a question:
\u201cWho\u2019s lost their chip?\u201d<\/p>\n

Everybody looked down their ankles to check it. The owner (female) appears very soon, got ankle and chip reunited again. and then, from the boat top deck, uses this chance to give us last instructions .
\u201cNow then, to make it easier when boarding, get yellow cap in hand, number marked on your arm well displayed; because they\u2019re your passport. Check in the little rucksack that you\u2019ve got the whistle!\u201d
Meanwhile. the last boat but one sets off. Those who are heading for the island wave goodbye to those who are still on dry land with a \u201cSee you soon\u201d. Back- slapping, shoulder-hugging. How many will have downed a \u201cbiodramina\u201d seasick pill?
With everybody\u2019s attitude just as civic-minded as sporty, we board the last Tabarca ferryboat. And there, as if we are smugglers the vaseline operation starts; vaseline here, vaseline there. Just as well it\u2019s cheap. Stretching exercises and more vaseline… I notice some lads put it under their armpits and I follow suit. (obviously those creases that you get there ( Oh dear, Lucia you\u2019re a beginner. Others put it on their neck. So me too and then more stretching exercises.<\/p>\n

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I like the atmosphere and the westerly wind (Just for something to say because I don\u2019t know which way the wind is blowing) We all chat, make comments, weigh things up, we know each other. Veronica and Ricardo are a couple I\u2019ll always remember with
affection. They started swimming in September, normally getting to 3000 metres and have never done open waters. \u201cDo you think we\u2019ll make it there?\u201d they ask me. \u201cI think you\u2019ll enjoy it\u201d I tell them.
The sun is coming up. Everybody\u2019s there, with all the formalities done and just staring at the sunrise. Orange coloured; today it comes up as a salmon-coloured orange I stay in my seat, admiring it, just like so many other swimmers.
At the bows of the boat, I recognise one of the Swim organisers from the photos and from yesterday\u2019s talk.
The buoys are ready. They form a straight line from the island right to the mainland, or vice-versa, according to how you look at it. This is everybody\u2019s destination. on the island , the signs should show \u201cThe 21st century invasion of Tabarca…\u201d
\u201cThe Mediterranean is just a kid\u2019s sea\u201d a New Zealander once said to me. And so I felt like swimming\u201d. But, really, it\u2019s quite unpredictable, and today it seems not to be flat at all, keep calm girl, we\u2019ll get some energy, I see little waves which hand you \u201cgaltaetes\u201d little slaps. A few kayaks are churning them out; they head for Tabarca.<\/p>\n

\"\"The island is getting bigger right before our eyes, we get there. We leave the harbour and head for the beach, I search around looking for a silent greeting from the legless lizards, inhabitants of the island. No sign of them. Shyness? Fear? Morning feeling-off syndrome? Perhaps hiding under the stones, maybe just thinking: what the heck are these doing?.
We hand the little rucksack to the \u201cbag man\u201d who will store them according to bib number and we head for the water.
Two swimmers help a third one, who is missing both legs, to get into the water. I smile inwardly.
\u201cGet moving, Lucia. Come on!\u201d Veronica says to me and gives a romantic kiss to her boyfriend. (Love is great isn\u2019t it!). And at that very minute the Start siren sounds! I don\u2019t know what like-sounding word to use to describe the horn blast but it\u2019s a sound that says, \u201cNow (starts the real business!! \u201dGet swimming!!
The water is really great and I don\u2019t mean the taste, although I don\u2019t take long in tasting it, but the temperature; nice and coolish, pleasant, perfect for doing the crawl comfortably.
Hundreds of tiny yellow heads in the sea; arms dancing to the splash of the waves…and the sea floor, mamma mia! What a beautiful sight!.<\/p>\n

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There is no elbowing, slapping, nor dragging on your legs, No one makes off with my goggles; nothing like that. Just slight rubbing. We all look for our own space.
I lose sight of my pal, and, magical comradeship, a lad invites me to swim with their group. I try to get a look at his bib number, 5 hundred and something. I don\u2019t manage to see it clearly and I didn\u2019t get to speak to him again. The people move and I go with them. I stop trying to be sociable, and get my head in the water. This is just peace.
I still can\u2019t see the buoys, so I follow the others. Heads out of the water, with a body following under . Boats, with friends and families looking at us, cheering, how would we look from up there?
Kayaks, lots of kayaks or canoes (I don\u2019t know much about boats), people standing up, rowing on a surf-board. What an impressive variety of back-up craft. Volunteers …..
We keep on swimming, I know we are turning right, skirting the islets. Where will the first ones be now?
We haven\u2019t got to the half-kilometre mark and I\u2019m already toying with the idea of pulling out… A bit further, Lucia!. I change my swim style and concentrate again on what I\u2019ve got below me; what makes so attractive this crossing, an endless blanket of underwater prairie \u201cPoseidonia Oceanica\u201d, lung of the Mediterranean, which waves about by the water flow just as it does on land; like fields of young green wheat, swaying to and fro in the spring breeze.
Fish hide among this prairie, \u201calga de vidriers\u201d crystal shine seaweed which serves them as a hiding place, as well as a nest for reproduction.<\/p>\n

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Silvery fish, coloured, striped, markings on the tail. They can be picked out when they turn their slim body. And as we get to deeper waters, then I can\u2019t pick them out So, just follow the buoys . It\u2019s easy, with their balloons floating in air, just like we do in the water. Red ones every 200. yellow ones at each kilometer mark. A life belt on each buoy.
On the left, loads of swimmers, on the right, the horizon (light blue, the sea a navy blue) and an ever-present kayak. Santa Pola ahead. Now and again I look back. I have no idea. I don\u2019t know exactly how suitable my start has been, I look at the sea floor. What clarity! Crystalline waters which, oh dear! Lets me spot a jellyfish. Only one. Tiny. New-born, perhaps? A baby jellyfish. In the Adriatic, they\u2019ve been studying them for 40 years, noting a ten-year cycle for lots of jellyfish and a four to five year cycle for a few. Have we got into the last cycle?
There\u2019s a little more choppiness on one side. From the left? From the West?
We approach the 3 km mark. The swimmers swing to the left, towards a boat. I take off my goggles. I\u2019d like to know \u201cwhat\u2019s going on\u201d There is a give-away. Wow. Giving away what? Small bottles of water, for those who want to indulge I join in. \u201cOne, here! Me too!
Thanks! Great!\u201d
Cool drinking water to counteract the gulps of salt water.
There\u2019s a swimmer in the boat that had the water. Cramps? Or some injury has raised its head? From that minute, I see people hanging on to life- belts, for a rest or giving up. The first man I see, I want to ask him how he is, but a kayak gets there first.
Quite right. So….. just carry on!
I see my arm has warmed up, the pain goes away. I thrash my legs even faster. I enjoy it. Why not call a spade a spade? I realize how much I like swimming: It\u2019s important to get to the finish, but even more, is enjoying every arm thrust. Wow!!! what a revelation. That\u2019s what makes me get so, so very calm when I\u2019m so, so nervous.
I start to make a note of the metre marks, 3200, 300, 600.. I\u2019m going fast, I slow the rhythm down. I check on my arm. I\u2019m feeling new sensations. And I have the feeling I\u2019m swimming alone.
To the right. the horizon gives way to the Cape of Santa Pola area. You can still see the sea floor. Dark, but you can still see the underwater prairie. How many metres down? How a herd of goats equipped with diving helmet would enjoy this!
Km 4 .I feel better and I\u2019m going to \u201cgive it some hammer…\u201d Still 1900 to go. If it hurts again, not much left now, I\u2019ll put up with it. My aim join the staggered super group that I see in front of me. I keep going and I get there.
I realize I have a kayak to the left. Have I strayed that far? I take off my goggles to see better and a lad at the side does too, his colleagues turn up and say to us \u201cCome on, go, very little left\u201d We\u2019re at the 5 km mark, I ask \u201cAre you the ones from the beginning?\u201d sort of, \u201cMy adoptive family\u201d. \u201cYes\u201d answers bib 500 plus. \u201cI\u2019ve taken off my swimming suit and so you don\u2019t recognised me\u201d We\u2019ve been together all through the swim. \u201cCome on. Let\u2019s reach the finish line together!!! I like that, my friends!!!\u201d
No much left now. The kayak shouts across. We \u2018re drifting to the right. \u201cHey, look here, The Finish arch is right there\u201d \u201cWhere?\u201d \u201cThere, in blue\u201d. The body fills with sensations which are quite normal for getting close to the Finish point. You know they\u2019re waiting for you; you\u2019re going to complete something really important (at least for yourself). With longing, expectation and satisfaction. My folk will be pleased to see me get there; They must think I\u2019ve given up. But then, I feel sorry that it\u2019s all over. So long waiting for it. I don\u2019t know if I really want to get there…. Sniffs.
When hands touch sand, we change from horizontal position and stand up straight. Shaking hands, satisfied grins, congrats; undisguised smiles. I see they\u2019re delighted; I must have the same expression. And so we get to the Archway. the carpet and the showers. I hear my name called.
Cakes. One sweet and one savoury, with flour, oil and salt. Mmmmmmmmm, So good. which we find in the getting victuals area. Fruit, water, beer Coca-cola, lots of Aquarius and shade. Excitement, barefoot,
Great atmosphere, and in the massage queue,.. Conrad! My compatriot. Hundreds of blue bags, full of those things which will stay with us as reminders of this 8th of July.
Special prize for the disabled. I applaud the effort, the energy , the keenness, the courage, the excitement.
An unbeatable atmosphere. Impeccable organization.
This is the brief account of the manuscript written after Tabarca with my arm a bit swollen, and yet a burst of energy.
Next year, more and better still.
A greeting and thanks for the opportunity afforded me.<\/p>\n

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Note The humble translator enjoyed converting the story as best he could into his native language. He also hopes nothing of the
style and atmosphere has been lost as it would be a pity to lose
even a syllable or whisper of the delightful original….BE<\/p>\n

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