THE HEART OF THE MALDIVES
Sitting on the hospital bed –my husband’s been hospitalized, nothing serious- my summer holidays in the Maldives feel like a dream. Was I really there? Pictures don’t lie, they give me a nostalgic feeling of those glorious days. Probably, the best days of my life.
In the middle of the Indic ocean, in the Laamu atoll, A. and me went diving in a turquoise colour, unimaginable even for the most talented artist. The best colours of this world are always painted by nature, and we enjoyed a week in the Six Senses Laamu hotel with it.
Being a part of the strong swell that surrounded the atoll, the white sand beaches, its marine fauna and the wild landscape was almost like touching the sky.
Life in a water villa feels different. Feeling the beat of the sea under your feet 24 hours a day, makes me reconsider my way of life. Also important, waking up to the imposing sound of the ocean (and not the damn iPhone ringtone). But what really moved me in the inside was the personality of the natives and expatriates that looked after us. Their huge humility and spirit of sacrifice, their service vocation and contagious smile gave me a life lesson that I try to remember everyday. They don’t have much but, inadvertently, they have it all, because they became the real heart of the Maldives.