“What if it lines up like it did in the Trojan War … Athena versus Poseidon?”
“I don’t know. But I just know that I’ll be fighting next to you.”
“Because you’re my friend, Seaweed Brain. Any more stupid questions?” ― Rick Riordan- The Lightning Thief
Late afternoon – Feb 02, 2014 – El Matal Ecuador – Homeowner photo
screen shot from video
Coco Beach Village/El Matal Ecuador
The good fight is the one that we fight in the name of our dreams. – Paulo Coelho (The Pilgrimage)
Imagine having a nightmare where a wall of water threatens to wash you, your friends, your home and your village away. You see it approaching on the horizon. You’re watching as if a voyeur and unable to awaken others who might be able to help. You’re screaming, yet no one hears, as if they are deaf or your voice is muted. There’s only a short amount of time, and a cluster of neighbors and several strangers leap into your nightmare and project a united front as the clock ticks backward.
Will this woman’s home survive the high tides?
The monster’s first attack arrived in January, and a diet of sand and driftwood kept it quiet for another month. Developing a taste for a more refined diet, it returned in February and nibbled at the foundations of homes while upending open-air boat shelters and pondering ways to devour the street on its next attack.