Night fishing
Our first night in Castellón April and I found ourselves by accident walking down the beach just as the moon climbed out of the water in full bloom. It was beautiful, romantic, and mystical. The moon lifted lazily into the sky like a helium balloon, and the realization sunk deeper inside of us that this place we were calling our new home was still odd and unfamiliar. Shadowy figures stood along the beach with flashlights behind lines of fishing poles anchored in the sand. The tops of the poles glowed like Christmas lights, which we could only guess indicated when there was a catch. Who were these people? What were they fishing for? Was the tide bringing the fish to shallow waters? These men were fishing for something, and so were we.
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