I grew up spending the summers on a small Greek island called Karpathos. We stayed with a fishing family in a very remote place.
Only one taxi driver was brave enough to take the winding path to bring us there every year. We would stay for 6 weeks each summer, totally cut off from the outside world. No phone, no shower(only a hose), we would sleep on wooden pallets, and of course no TV, computers etc.
I spent my days snorkeling, catching Octopus and collecting. For hours I would climb on the rocks, catching crabs and collecting salt out of dried up puddles of sea water. Our diet consisted of bread, feta cheese,olives,tomatoes and of course the freshest fish.
Every morning at 4:30am, Dino the fisherman would go out on a tiny handmade olive boat to pull in the nets. My brother and I would join him, chewing on dried bread dipped in olive oil so as not to get seasick from the rough Carpathian sea. We loved the excitement when the nets would bring up the all of the treasures.
There was an enormous amount of variety in fish, some were kept and some let free. Once back at the house, neighbors would come over to buy the fish for their dinner. We would help to clean and scale them and Dinos' wife prepared them on a tiny stone grill to perfection. No better way to eat fish!
To this day I love fishing and try to go whenever I have an opportunity. My son has joined me in my love for being out on the water, often us just being quiet, listening to the sea and waiting for a bite. I treasure these moments with him and I hope he will continue to enjoy it his whole life.
He has decided to only eat what he catches himself, so I think he will.