It will not surprise you that I love the sea. Maybe it will surprise you my little claim that I love her differently than other people. But I assure you that this claim does not hide any vanity. It's something else. I was going to sea for other reasons. I had the most primitive layer of my passions. I had an almost vicious pleasure on the sand. And Lola’s house was a good ingredient to nourish my love. It offered me the dream house that I expected. It was enough for me to stretch on the bed, to feel the melancholy within my body, to hear how the sea is confused in a few steps by me, continuing the monotonous chant that I knew nothing but that eternity is nothing but the indifferent murmur of silence, the gap through which we run, which we interrupt for a moment with our flight, but when we collapsed it resumes ... so it was enough for me to feel this to find that elementary truth in me and to return to my passion. Try Lola's house if you love the sea. And it's going to be something else. Much better than expected.