My feet record it all…

The sound of the cicadas was deafening as we stepped out of the car into a blanket of late afternoon heat… We were half way up the winding mountain road and needed a quick pit stop, we’d been travelling since 7 am… The day had started when we stepped out of our Stables home into the damp wet London street, the cool sodden stones felt energised by the rain…We climbed into the car and travelled under the grey heavy skies, the cool morning air and the lines of traffic on the M25 to Gatwick…

Twelve hours later we were in a new land…

The air is noticeably thinner in the Alpujarras, and still, clean, silent… The mountains rising up in glorious magnificent beauty…

We sat on the roof at 7pm and the sun was still mucho calor… ‘I love this’, I said to Anadi as I sat on the hot stone and felt the granite flints of the roof under my bare feet. My feet record it all… It is as if they are making notes, adjusting, opening delighting in the different feelings, damp, gritty, to hot flinty…

We walked through Bubion to Teide, our favourite restaurant to sit and be, under the cherry trees… To eat to drink, and to enjoy the ambience, the tapas, the roaming cats looking for scraps, the sun setting behind the mountains… Orange glory.

I practised my Spanish and I can at last truly see that in time I will be speaking with more ease…
Marcus our car hire friend noticed my improvement, as did Leandro, who works at Teide …

It is fun, I enjoy speaking Spanish…

The thing that no one has seemed to notice here is that my feet are bare.. Maricarmen was right… Com una Cabra is normal in the mountains…

However at Gatwick, as I went through the machine thing in departures, it beeped, the lady doing my body search did a very half hearted job as she was intrigued by the no shoes …

‘Don’t you ever where shoes…? Your feet must be so strong…’

The more our nomadic life unfolds, the more I enjoy being where I am… And my feet do too…

They like the different feels of different lands…

I believe that paradoxically they are helping me to let go of needing to hold on to anything.. Any myth of certainty of being somewhere or being someone…

Because they adjust in each step to the immediate information under their soles, so my soul can float free as my body carries me through this earthly experience…

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