Now, I'm sitting in a café in a San José del Cabo, sipping a late morning coffee. The sun is just right and cuts sharp shapes of light and dark across my table as it filters through the palm tree planted firmly by the entrance. Wanting to catch the moment, I feel around the bottom of my bag, hoping to grab my sketchpad and a loose pen or coloured pencil.

When I step out of the car, the sea air surrounds me. My body softens, and I’m filled with a warm, fuzzy feeling. I’ve returned to Portugal, and the light has waited for me. I go to the beach and wade into the ocean. I watch the surfers play and set out a plan to take a beginner’s surf lesson, inviting myself to step out of my comfort zone.