Keep travelling, keep exploring…

I am just back from a rather typical ‘Julia shopping trip’…

I gave my last pair of trousers to Maggie, who the Zen runners know because she did all the organising of hotels, travel, trips, everything I needed… She is a star.

She admired my trousers and as I ‘cull’ my clothes regularly, so that i can keep to only owning hand luggage, I gave them to her… This is what is necessitating a shopping spree – to get the next pair…

Anadi and drove up to Capilleira, where there are many brightly stocked shops full of joy and colour and floaty beauty… The idea originally was that Anadi (who likes shopping even less than me) would sit and have a drink while I shopped… My sprees are known to be very short!

We set off rather late and wandered down the road with lunch in mind… ‘I could shop after we’ve eaten’… On the way to the restaurant I saw a beautiful pair of turquoise gold trews, with a lovely wide colourful waist band, silken soft material, perfect…

‘I’ll get them afterwards’… I said to Anadi, it was 3pm, we were hungry…

And so we sat in the square, washed white buildings, the spire from the white church reaching skyward… Spanish voices, Sunday delight. Anadi and I chatted and relaxed over the lovely plates of food before us… A goats cheese, honey and walnut salad for me, sopa de Alpujarra for Anadi.

We reflected on the ‘ouchie’ path yesterday, and the contrast of the lovely soft sweeping road this morning…

Our feet requested a smother ride today, ‘and a downhill start’ please… We listened and ran the six miles to Portugos over the rolling road… the views beside us awesome, spectacular, expansive… Reminding us of infinite possibilities, limitless ness, freedom…

‘Keep travelling, keep exploring’, they called to us both… ‘Keep going; you’re nearer than you think, to no where to go, nothing to do… To no thing’.

‘Keep on journeying’, the hills and the sun and the clouds and the still warm air called out. Nature reminding us of our own truth, that we are not ‘in control’, and that when we surrender to that truth, then we fully know that we are not this body or this mind – that we are all there is, we are everything around us, and nothing… And instead we can enjoy the ride…

We ran easily, still in the shade of the mountains, the sun climbing as we travelled…

A mountain bike race was preparing to start from Pitres, the village before Portugos, where I go for my ‘barefoot Spanish lessons’…  All the cyclists were arriving, warming up, bright lycra. thick sturdy wheels, shiny frames… We could hear the sound of the warm up static turbo trainers, whirring beside the cars… And we ran through them all; they didn’t take any notice of our bare feet… Similar souls, extreme sports people, kindred spirits…

Respecting the mountains…

When we arrived at Portugos, where our car which we had parked there yesterday before our mountain trek, awaited… I turned around and ran two miles back the way we’d come… The sun was over the hills now, hot on my back, the road warm too. The hills seemed hillier and the tarmac less yielding… The terrain more challenging than on the way out, and I was glad to have asked Anadi to drive just 2 miles on and wait for me, rather than extend to a ‘there and back’…

That will come… Slowly slowly, paso a paso…

And so after lunch we wandered back down the cobbled camino… The urge to shop had left, and so I passed by the store with the turquoise trews…  And we drove back here…

A very typical shopping spree for me….!

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