Discoveries, a short stiry

A very, very short story: How Portuguese people have the genes of the discoveries… Once upon a time, a long long time ago, in a very small country called Portugal, there was a little woman. This woman was not rich or poor, she had just enough to live quietly her life. But for her it was not enough this easy life. She longed for unknown places, unknown animals, unknown plants, unknown climates and odors,…she longed and imagined marvelous things: enormous mountains, deepest cliffs, vigorous and amazing animals, beautiful and colorful flours, winds like walls, deserts like oceans, … This little woman liked to walk by the ocean, her bared feet in sand, watching the fisherman in their boats. And in these regular walks she used to pass by a man constructing a big, big boat he called a Caravel. This man was a poet and used to tell the woman that one day he would leave in the caravel wandering in the sea. So they were alike: the woman used to wander walking by the ocean, the poet imagined to wander sailing in the sea. And they used to talk in evenings wondering about these and other important things. And one day the caravel was finished and to celebrate they decided to make a little party inboard. And they toasted with Port wine of course, and had music and dancing as every celebration must have, and as time passed by they got tired and fell asleep balanced by the calm undulation of the sea. When they wake up in the morning they were far away from ashore. The cords that tied the Caravel to the shore gave up and the caravel was sailing in the ocean. And now what to do? “Strong arm and happy face”, they should go on and fight destiny. Orientation to find their way? GPS had not yet been invented, the maps only existed in stars; neither the woman nor the poet could have the minimum sense of orientation! Were they afraid? Of course not. They were expecting wonderful unknown places! If they get sinked…, afterall life always finishes and that can happen to wanderers of the ocean…