Tidal Wave

Me at sea.

I was aboard a ship that several months ago was hit by a rogue seven foot wave.

You can see a news broadcast of it here: 

When I was ten I watched all sorts of B-movies on TV about ship wrecks and disasters at sea. I had nightmares with myself in the same scenarios and vowed to never go on a boat. My grandfather added to my ocean-anxiety by telling me Navy stories about being stranded in the middle of the Atlantic with one engine….

How did I, with a load of ingrained apprehension, make it through a week on a boat with marred history?

Well, I spent most of my time in screenings and panels with talented filmmakers. When I wasn’t in a dark room with the blinds pulled down I had to trick myself. I repeated: “The rocking sensation is from nice gentle waves, friendly waves….” and pretended that I was not on a boat, just a large object in the ocean, almost like an island. In case of disaster I imagined Ariel and Sebastian would come swimming up to save me.
It worked.

The experience in photos by Kelsy Chauvin here.

 

Blogger Bio: Lauren LoGiudice is an actor, model, performance artist, writer, host, producer, improv comedian and amateur chef. A native New Yorker—born in Queens, now living out in Brooklyn—who likes to shake the dust of the outer boroughs off to travel the world, living and working in places that range from India to Mexico to Italy. Part of the slim minority who does not like bacon, potato chips or milk chocolate. Often seen in farmer’s markets trolling for and the latest weird vegetable. Eats her greens. (laurenlogiudice.com).
 

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