I am back in my little white house on the side of the mountain, where the router is deemed no more – Maggie came round to pronounce this, it seems that the lightening struck it and that was that…
I have also lost my pinhole glasses somewhere… But I am reckoning my eyes will simply have to up their game…
I ran along the seafront again as the sun rose… Sunrise and sunset light are very special for me in Almuñecar…
Last night Ange and I sat on the beach with the sky lit by what seemed to be a huge orange lamp – and this morning I ran towards a pink glow of soft light which bathed me in its smooth balm, as I turned at the end of the prom to make my way to a final breakfast with Ange before she headed to the aeropuerta…
I waved her goodbye until she was out of sight and set off back up back up to the mountains.
On the way I saw a young couple hitch hiking on the main road… I enjoy picking up people who are thumbing a lift, but as always I make my decision whether to do so or not in an instant flash…
They were holding a sign which said Orgiva – it is the biggest town on the winding mountain road – but when they had clambered in they said they were making their way further up the mountain to explore the Beneficio commune… I drove them as near as possible, before needing to drive on for Español at 12…
Beneficio is place where people go to live without any electricity or any type of comforts of modern day living… The drinking water supply is from the mountain spring and then the secondary supply is from a stream… They have compost toilet facilities and alcohol and drugs are prohibited … The accommodation is mostly light shelter like tents, but there have been some more permanent structures built included straw bale constructions…
The young couple were from Poland and were just three weeks into their travelling adventure…
We were talking about Beneficio and as the young guy said, they have no internet of course, but everyone knows about them because of the internet!
I enjoyed picking up my young fellow travellers on the path.
They didn’t appear to think that being a nomad or not owning any shoes was at all strange and we chatted easily as I sped them round the hairpin twist and turns that is mountain driving…
And they were so young; 20 years and 18 years… The older I get the more time feels to be immediate, I’ve been here for 40 more years than they have and yet I felt connected to their adventurous courageous spirits immediately – and 
we were for 30 minutes contemporaries, the only difference is that I have had more time to go around and around to learn what I already knew deep in my soul at their age…
That we must trust ourselves, that we must follow our own path… Even if it is the road less travelled; that we must have fun and that we must recognize ourselves in each other…
Namaste I honour the spirit in you that is the spirit in me.
The extra forty years I have been treading this earth plane felt but a moment in time as I journeyed with my new young friends, the three of us immediately and fully engaged in the here and now…