The Only Thing To Do Is Jump

So Theresa, Hannah and I are standing on the ferry dock in Vernazza, we're waiting to go back to Monterosso when we see a group of boys jump off of the dock and into the Mediterranean.

Theresa and I exchange glances, as if to say, "why the hell didn't we think of that?"

Hannah enables by saying we have time, so, the next thing I know Theresa and I are stripping down to our swim suits in front of the annoying Australian tourists.

We're at the edge of the dock, the drop is substantial and the water below seems bottomless. We start to count, 1...as if we're actually going to do this, 2... as if it's safe, as if it's happening.

3.

We jump.

I'm in the air when I start screaming. More of a celebration than anything else.

Then we hit the water.

This was the single greatest moment of my life. Even if I did graze a rock.

Kicking my way from under the water, the only thought in my head was:

this is what it is to be alive.

davvero.