Barefoot Across Spain

I woke at 6.30am  with a plan…

I would go to Teide restaurant with my computer, and there I could set the vlog I made with with Jack to upload, while I ran up and down and round about…Surely it would be done in a couple of hours, even though I was outside the building…?

After 45 minutes, only 4% had uploaded!

I gave up that plan and instead ran off down the mountain with the sun rising over the sparkling white snowy hills.

Last night Jack and I had sat on the balcony of my little white house in the evening sun, all signs of the storm having been blown away across the mountain tops. We spoke about our shared love of journeying for the sake of the journey…

Enjoying it more than arriving…

Because there is no where to get to; there is only now, so journeying is in each and every step and the illusion of a destination is fun and allows for our experiences on planet earth… But the more we are in the step, enjoying the adventure unfolding – then paradoxically this orientation brings us fully to the now, and the experience that there is nothing else.

Jack is the mastermind behind my route to run barefoot across Spain and I am delighted that he has spoken about the process he is involved in with Maggie his wife to plot the course… He shares with us in the vlog his love of Spain, his passion for geography, for travelling – how he was influenced as a young person… And he has started to paint a picture of what is ahead of me – for all of us – as I venture into the unknown to run from the North to the South coast of Spain in my bare feet…

I was running along the mountain road and my spirit was soaring, the light was bathing me and the whole mountain in magic, and my heart felt so open to this land that also loves to challenge me and strip me bare, when suddenly I heard a sound.

I turned and below me two little mountain goats were skittering and leaping elegantly across the rocks. They stopped and looked up at me… Two little faces and I loved them so…

‘I love you’ – I whispered and they kept standing, watching me…

I recounted the story to Maricarmen my Spanish teacher later… She was the person who alerted me to the Spanish way of describing a different or eccentric person… ‘Como una cabra’ like a goat… When I finished my tale she said…

‘You were altogether, the three of you…’ and then she and I laughed, but it felt the truth… I was with my two little friends on the mountain side ?

 

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