Ines was eleven, and she had never seen the sea. Her grandfather Matteo, who was seventy-three, had promised her: "When you are eleven, I will show you." They lived in the hills, about three hundred kilometers from the coast, so they set off on his old tandem, a bicycle with two seats and two sets of pedals. Matteo talked about the sea the way people talk about things from a book: "It is big, it is blue, it breathes."
On the second day it rained and a tire went flat, and a farmer's wife dried their clothes by her stove. On the third day, on the big mountain pass, Matteo's knee hurt, and he said maybe they should go back. "No," said Ines, and she pedaled for both of them. On the fifth day they pushed the tandem up a long hill.
On the sixth day Matteo had to sit down at the last ridge. Ines ran ahead and, before she saw anything, heard a long soft sound, like a great breath. She ran back. "Grandpa, listen!" They climbed up together, and there it was, shining to the edge of the sky.
"I must tell you something," Matteo said quietly. "I have never seen it either. I only knew it from a book." Ines laughed. "Then we are seeing it for the first time together." He took off his boots, rolled up his trousers and walked into the water, shouting like a boy.
