I was reading Agatha Christie's Autobiography in which she states:
When I visited the mountains for the first time, I also had a feeling similar to Agatha, but I liked them though they were not as good as I expected them to be."There!" said father, 'See? There are the Pyrenees. The snow mountains.'
I looked. It was one of the disillusionment that I have never forgotten. Where was the soaring height going up, up into the sky, far above my head-something beyond contemplation or understanding? Instead, I saw, some distance away on the horizon, what looked like a row of teeth standing up, it seemed about an inch or two from the plain below. Those, were those mountains? I said nothing but even now I feel the disappointment.
But when I visited Sea, I liked it ten times better. One can feel the tides, it's like the sound of music. The coming and going of tides is like playing of Guitar or Piano or any musical instrument. I love Sea. I miss Sea! Heh, I want to live in the Sea. What if I would have been a Fish or a Mermaid? I wonder, wouldn't it have been great?![]()
What about you guys? What do you like more, mountains or sea?



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