“That day we woke up in a stone house facing the Cantabrian Sea (northern Spain). The beach was empty. The sand, white and fine, tickled your feet; and from the shore, the waves were calling. They whispered in a slow and hypnotic rhythm, so we dragged ourselves to a Malibu XXL board. There, eight of us adventurers paddled towards the cliffs of a nature reserve. When we were exploring one of the caves, we found out that one of its walls had the shape and feel of a dragon’s skin. Before waking the beast, we ran to the light and we jumped as far as we could, from his head to the white foam from the waves.

After the experience, our laughter was so loud and so authentic that they could hear it all the way from the fishing boat that came to pick us up. They needed help finding one underwater cellar, hidden in the reef of a nearby cove. They said this was a magical place where Tyrion Lannister landed on one of his last trips.

As we got closer, a tufted cormorants pointed to the exact spot where to look for the loot. From the prow a giant metal arm with a clamp at the end arose and quickly sunk to the bottom. After a few minutes, before our eyes appeared a barrel of Canadian oak, full of algae and sea snails In the second dive. The arm brought some sealed bottles that we opened with the help of a small hammer. The color of the wine reminded us of the shades of a ruby glowing under the sun. When we tasted it, it felt as if that shine would stay with us forever”

Sometimes, it is good to let go to discover things that you cannot imagine.