Atole de arroz

As the ferry glided through the calm waters of the North Channel, I felt as though my stomach was brimming with light. It had been almost an hour since I had gone out into the sun deck to check out the view without knowing it would capture me with such strength that it would prevent me from going back in for the rest of the journey. Soon, we were sailing past the Irish coasts: the lights of small houses splashed the mountainous landscape under the warm colours of the twilight sky. The sights were beyond description: words could not define the natural beauty before my eyes, photographs were unable to do it justice.
Today it baffles me to think that, had everything gone according to my original plan, I would have missed them. I’ll be the first to admit that losing one´s flight is never fun, but for once I am completely grateful that I did. At the moment, however, I was pretty upset with myself. I ended up finding a coach that would take me from Edinburgh to the small coastal village of Cairnryan, where I'd board a ferry to Belfast, where in turn I'd take one last coach to Dublin.
A couple hours later I was at sea. The wind blew strongly in my face; the sun had started its slow descent into the horizon. At that point, any trace of frustration was entirely gone. Instead, I was full with an immense sensation of inner peace. In the midst of the vast blue sea, I found time to be with myself. There was nothing to worry about: for a brief moment there was no need for anything other than simply enjoying my surroundings.
The immensity of nature struck me, I felt so small and yet, the sensation was not that of helplessness, but one of utter tranquillity. It was not long before it started getting cold. The shores that had appeared in the distance were covered in thick white mist, springing out of it was the long cylindrical shape of a lone lighthouse. I remember feeling I was north more than ever. It may sound silly, but for someone who’s lived all of his life in the subtropical climate of Mexico City it felt like a big deal. I noticed a plane soaring in the sky above, and I couldn’t help but thinking how this time luck had been on my side.
As dusk grew closer so did Belfast. By the time we got to shore I was eager to jump into the next part of my trip. The journey had truly lifted up my spirit. I know for a fact I was only out there for two hours at most, since that’s how long the journey by ferry was supposed to last. But back then, the moment truly felt timeless.