El camino Amarillo

Tal cual Doroty hoy me toca prender el camino amarillo q me portara a la ultima montaña de este viaje. Con Santiago a menos de 200kms lo puedo casi casi saborear...
Aunque talvez no sea Doroty, ni el hombre Leon. Ni siquiera Toto con su rabito meneante pero talvez si el hombre de Lata, ese  q busca un corazon, pues hasta hoy las lecciones del camino han sido lecciones todas de amor:
El amor q llena, como el amor de una amistad q perdurará por cada instante de la eternidad o como la explosion de un amor q sabe disfrutar la eternidad de un instante, o el amor q mata: aquel ente q llamamos posesividad, capaz d destruir en un instante eso q demoramos una vida y media en construir. Tengo aún tanto por digerir...
Es asi q a este camino amarillo la pachamama me envia solo: solo con mis pensamientos y mis pasos. Mis pasos. Esos pasos q metro a metro me alejan de un amor y me llevan al otro. Paradoja? O talvez ese deberia ser lo q tengo que aprender, a entender q no importa cuantos pasos tome, no me alejaré de uds mis amores...
Merci Laè
Merci anneSo
Merci l`universe.....

Atapuerca

And I found passion, discomfort, jealousy, rage and when the bottom is almost reached, the light of true philos shines my way.
Energy is ginormous along the way, and where we know there are no such thing as coincidences, that every step has its purpose I meet a ball of energy so big that sweeps me away and eventhough I have said my goodbyes, her energy is still carrying me through.
Que lindo es amar en primavera!!

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Emotions mixed as I discover what a business the Way of St James is slowly becoming. Fake yellow arrows, wrong information, people moving into towns only to profit from the tourism... almost nauseuated I feel. A strong urge to grab my bags and go!!
But I try and make memory of the moments of true goodwill experienced so far: a cup of coffee in the morning, a botle of wine, a shared half banana for breakfast, creams for pain, worries from recently met pilgrims of our whereabouts, even keys to a car so we can go pick up a pair of glasses that were left behind, a free cup of soup from a waiter, the joy in the face of an older lady as she sees people coming from all parts of the world to see her streets...
I try and I stay....