{"id":10055,"date":"2021-12-23T18:48:55","date_gmt":"2021-12-23T18:48:55","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/fuertejulia.com\/yesterday-was-a-day-of-shit\/"},"modified":"2022-01-26T16:09:25","modified_gmt":"2022-01-26T16:09:25","slug":"yesterday-was-a-day-of-shit","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/fuertejulia.com\/en\/yesterday-was-a-day-of-shit\/","title":{"rendered":"Yesterday was a day of shit*"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Yes, yesterday I had a shitty day,<\/span>well, it wasn’t yesterday, it was two days ago, Sunday, July 30th.<\/span> But as I wrote yesterday, we will leave the title at that.<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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For the record, I’m going to try to summarize as much as I can, but it’s that… I find it hard <\/span>to summarize what happened that day. I put you in a situation, wow, I’m going to make you a small introduction:<\/span><\/div>\n
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The 23-year-old Canarian girl, Julia Castro says her name is<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n
Imagine that you are a Canarian girl of 23 years,<\/a>with the face of guiri (of tourist), who left an island in the middle of the Atlantic a few years ago 5 years<\/span> to look for life and that, now, kites all over the world world,<\/span>representing your island <\/span>and
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Having made the introduction, let’s get to the mess:<\/div>\n
It turns out that, the problem,<\/span>I not only have with the means of transport,<\/span>but I also have them (we have) on the same beaches<\/span> where we train. How? Yes, it is not the first time that the police <\/span> persecute<\/span>us, want to fine<\/span>us, or that people call us… (of I do not understand well of what, but of something very bad).<\/span> We seem to be thieves or criminals.<\/span> Hello?, Are we just doing sports?,<\/span>A sport that brings money <\/span>to the island? A sport that is clean?<\/span><\/p>\n

<\/a>, A sport that uses the energy of the wind?<\/span><\/span> A sport that leaves no trace or despercidios?<\/span><\/div>\n

And I tell you one thing, yesterday I learned, that ignorance is very daring \u2013 and very dangerous.<\/span><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

As every day, I was going to my favorite kite spot in the world (and if you know me, you know that I have traveled half the world and that I can comment on the subject); the lakes of Cotillo in Fuerteventura.<\/div>\n
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The Marrajo beach in Cotillo, Fuerteventura. A unique place in the world<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/figure>\n
Boy! Which is that people do not realize that we have one of the best places to practice kite<\/span> in the world IN THE VILLAGE OF COTILO, on the island of Fuerteventura. And… I do not know for what reason, but today, that little beach, playa del Marrajo, is still not a kite area<\/span> (in another post I will explain why this place is so unique and special, let’s see if we fix something). One of my theories <\/span>about why AUN is not a kite zone is because… It will be that there is not enough beach<\/span> for bathers.<\/div>\n
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Even Tom Cruise finds it funny<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n
Ah, wait!, which there is, which wikipedia says that, “the length of the coast of Fuerteventura is almost 326 kilometers, of which 77 are beach”.<\/span><\/a><\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/figure>\n
Okay, discarded. I will continue to try to build theories of why. Well, to the mess, like every day \/ summer since 2011,<\/span>I got into the water to train, with the bad luck that a man with his fishing rod, wanted to fish <\/span>at the same time as I did to train. And, in the same place.<\/div>\n
I promise you that, super polite and with an angel’s face, I approached the lord to ask if he would mind moving a little bit higher so that he can fish quietly <\/span>and those of us who kite, do not take the bait.<\/span> Close to understanding me or moving 10 meters higher, he started yelling<\/span>at me, insulting <\/span>me and telling me to fuck off, that he wasn’t going to move.<\/span> With my face checkered,<\/span>after they had yelled at me in the face, I went on to my own thing. But… The fisherman, did not give up and, since he could not catch fish quietly, he thought it would be a good idea… Trying to catch me.<\/span> The hook grazed my thigh, but the one who came behind me was caught<\/span> and… Luckily not in an ear, a hand or an eye… He hooked him by the leash.<\/div>\n

My state of nervousness and disbelief was maximum. I was shaking.<\/span> I didn’t understand anything.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

I didn’t know whether to laugh <\/span>or cry.<\/span> Why was all this mess going on if I just wanted to go and kite quietly? Did I miss something? DidI do something wrong?<\/span> The gentleman left but (after riding a chicken and half the beach was altered),<\/span>when he left, of course, a lot of bathers entered the water. I thought: well, what a (sorry for the bad ways), I will wait for them to come out and jump where I can, in the end, we all have the right to use the beach.<\/span> When passing by these bathers (who were already getting into the deep part so as not to let us <\/span>pass), something happened to me that, I never thought would happen to me in life because I was doing sports (in another situation I would have understood). People started yelling at me,<\/span>hysterical:<\/div>\n
“Get out of here, you can’t be here”, “this beach is ours”, “as you approach me I break your head”, “to take for ass, out of here”, “asshole, get out”, etc.<\/div>\n
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One of the several faces I probably had at the time.<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/figure>\n
And this was yelled at<\/span>me… Well, every time I passed by <\/span>them. The first time I stopped super quiet to try to explain <\/span>that if they stayed where I was (behind us) nothing<\/span>happened, since it was impossible for the kites to fall on them and so we can all enjoy <\/span>the beach. But, well, it seems that no one wanted listen to me <\/span>and reason, so, after listening again to the insults<\/span> a little closer, I sat on the shore, made dust,<\/span>to ask myself why I deserved to be threatened <\/span>in this way for being sport <\/span>(in the place where I have been doing it for a long time) 7 summers<\/span>).<\/div>\n

The people, not content, came to me on the shore to keep shouting at me,<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

Threatening to call the police <\/span>if we didn’t leave. “Please gentlemen, call the police to explain that they have just threatened me several times with breaking my head,” I replied. (…) I still couldn’t believe <\/span>what was going on. Is all thishappening seriously <\/span>because we got 3 to kite where we do every day?After screaming and more screaming, people, seeing me crying in pieces, seemed to want to listen.<\/span> I don’t know to what extent, but I think they understood me, or at least I felt sorry for me. Some even asked me for forgiveness (that way, everything is said).<\/div>\n
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Kite is NOT dangerous<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/figure>\n
From that day, I’m left with the people’s ways; <\/span> at no time, no one <\/span>asked me where they could bathe so that I could train, I simply They <\/span>shouted for me to leave (when I always stop to explain to people the safety zones and it doesn’t bother me that no one is bathing in the water). In fact, my
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\n<\/a> have always been with me <\/a>on the beach and in the water and absolutely nothing has happened. From that day, I am left with the little brain <\/span>of all those bathers, with the shouts, with the insults, with the threats, with the eyes full of hatred.<\/span> From that day I am left with the impotence <\/span>that people did not understand that I was not killing anyone, I was just training, I<\/span>was just doing sports, I was just trying to take the name of Spain, the Canary Islands and Fuerteventura a little further through sport. From that day, I am left with the sadness <\/span>that flooded me to see how stupid he is and that the human<\/span>being can be.<\/div>\n

But, above all, I keep the faces of the children of the fathers and mothers who shouted, threatened and insulted me, when I took them on my back to kite, as I do with my sister in the photo above \"\" \ud83d\ude09<\/span> <\/p>\n

<\/span> (zas).<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

If you’re reading this, whether you kite or not, I want to tell you something:<\/span><\/div>\n
We only have one world <\/span>to share. Do we share it or do we kill ourselves for it? It’s in your hands. We <\/span>can all be in the water living together. WE ALL <\/span>have the right to enjoy these special beaches (windsurfs, babies, grandparents, kites, surfers, majoreros, canariones and “Spaniards” as someone said that day). NO ONE <\/span>deserves to be threatened or made to feel afraid, least of all for playing sports. NO ONE <\/span>deserves to be nailed in the face. RESPECT<\/span> and EDUCATION <\/span>is a right, but also a DUTY,<\/span>not to be forgotten. Please inform yourself before talking about things you don’t know. Study, ask, because by asking you get to Rome. Be trained, because the smarter you really are (you don’t think you’re smart), the more wise and meaningful decisions you can make. Smile more, because then you will receive more smiles back and the world will be better. And, remember, just because I have a kite, a skateboard or a surfboard in my hands, doesn’t make me a criminal.<\/div>\n
Do we live together? Or better we break our heads with kite boards? You will say.<\/div>\n
PS: Ayuntamiento de la Oliva, Costas, or whoever is responsible for that beach, if you are reading this… I would love to be able to meet with you.<\/div>\n
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THANK YOU for reading,<\/div>\n
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Julia Castro teaching her 10-year-old sister how to kite<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/figure>\n<\/div>\n

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