Where is memory?

One morning in January ’24 I was on a spectators’ boat off the coast of Lanzarote, where I live during the winter. Lucky me! We were there to witness the start of a transatlantic sailing race. Last year, I was at the same event, but it was rather disappointing. I didn’t know anything about the boats. The three catamarans had an earlier start and all the mono-hulls followed about 15 minutes later. But the start line is very long and because of the wind direction, I suppose, the boats crossed the line at the far end. This year was fantastic. Our boat was parked right next to the buoy marking the end of the line and, after the three catamarans had left, all the mono-hulls, which had been buzzing around us jockeying for position, crossed the line right in front of us. I was so excited by the spectacle that I never thought to take a photo.  So, what has this to do with where memory is stored?

I simply don’t believe that this memory – with crashing waves and shouting of the crews (and us spectators), together with millions of other memories from my life, are stored inside my head. I know we have billions of synapses… etc etc. But inside my skull?