There is an energy that surrounds those who seek adventure. It’s a higher vibration. It draws kindred spirits to a certain place or a shared goal. There is something magical about discovering the unknown, whether it’s an unknown place or just your own unknown limits. The excitement is palpable; it’s a camaraderie built on common purpose. I feel this energy acutely today, walking down the multiple aged steps to Ammoudi to go cliff jumping from rocks and the monastery. A little boy, 7 years old, is crying because he desperately wants to jump from the rocks but can’t get past his fear. He feels the pull of the rocks and sea, the intoxicating buzz of facing a challenge and beating it. His parents are immensely supportive, reassuring him that if he changes his mind they’ll come back again tomorrow. Throngs of people visit this area to witness and cheer on those who push their limits and try their best, regardless of whether that best is a perfectly executed dive or an inadvertent belly flop after an unsure run to the edge. They happily chatter in multiple different languages, and the sounds of their voices are a much more melodious sound than the more subdued voices of those window shopping in the cobblestone and marble-lined alleys above. Don’t get me wrong - I window shop too. But what feeds my soul, what energizes my spirit and what nourishes my body is down here, in the jumping off the cliffs and the swimming in the clear cobalt blue water. It’s beautiful and it’s free. And so is the spirit of those willing to seek it.