The pictures speak for themselves…then you enter this sanctuary and you start a conversation...with the ocean first.

Next thing you know, you are harnessing the power of the waves, the tides, the dolphins and sea lions, maybe even the singing mermaids.

The water attracts you in...you feel the urge to swim, to surf, to paddle, to cleans your soul in the salt water. Eric has it all planed in case.

You come back up on the deck to watch the ocean eat the sun slowly. It's an exploision of colors, breathtaking.

You can leave the windows open, you are not ready to close your soul yet. You'll sit on the sofa and wait for Pablo Neruda. Be patient, he'll come to tell you:

"I need the sea because it teaches me,
I don’t know if I learn music or awareness,
if it’s a single wave or its vast existence,
or only its harsh voice or its shining
suggestion of fishes and ships.
The fact is that until I fall asleep,
in some magnetic way I move in
the university of the waves."

If he doesn't come, you can look for him, on Eric's bookshelf.

Don't be sad, in a few hours the ocean will spit the sun out on the other side, and this time you can watch it from your bed.

Eric's home is a window to paradise. No words to describe Eric himself...