The journey continues ... hermanos y hermanas Hola mundo del
Good news! The journey continues ...
Caminalma station breathe again. Well, never really stopped breathing ... is more alive than ever ...
Caminalma Just landed in the old continent (that being old is good or bad?) Continued its journey. His body was back. And his soul was still halfway there ... a little ... a little here ... a part of everything ...
The surf trip I took a month. A month of zigzagging up and down, reunions wonderful with people I appreciate most of that sweet reunion with family, to see that I love more than before that room away from my life, looking for a new home where they take root. And we say goodbye for a few weeks to Aneta, which occupies the most important place in my heart, the person who most loved and most hated in the last year where both share and thus learn to respect. Poland again soon ... and I miss ...
attended the funeral of Lydia on my birthday. A hard time. But surely we help a lot to change for the better. Lydia fought hard to beat cancer. I wrote and encouraged me to me when I had malaria.
He learned to accept.
And he went in peace.
And their struggle to accept near left.
He went and left us a wonderful message. Accepting. Giving thanks for the experience.
Because the time that counts is lived.
And that ...
... THAT ...
... we can do it all ...
Lydia ... wherever you are ... if you ... hug
also for his mother, and Cristina, and their friends ...
The party for my birthday was very special. I arrived by train to Lleida on a Saturday morning and met again with my sister who came specially from Holland. And that hug after a year in the season was magical. We had a meal with the family and showed it with joy, with gratitude, some photos from the trip ...
And I went to Alberola, a remote village where I hosted Victor, our friend painter for a couple of weeks where I edited the pictures ... and where nice talks and meals shared around the fire ...
And Carlos I visited Laura and so present in our journey. And we talked about life in the bowels of this tiny medieval house where they live ... in the woods ... in the middle of everything ...
And I went to La Seu d'Urgell, where I met ia Marià Jaume, two souls who taught me my future steps towards Gestalt therapies ... and where I shared with them the time, presence, working under the snow and to reconnect with nature ... I miss that so much since I came back ...
And now I'm in Barbens , the tiny village where he summered. The village where I left buried the memories of my adolescence, this difficult period for me. Now I'm back. I relax on the terrace where fiddles spring warming my face, I curl up under four blankets each night in this icy town house. And I feel comfortable here. And thanks to Sandra, another Catalan traveler we met in Colombia, I realized how nice is this moment of our lives ...
And to make a book worth the trip well worth it. For us, keep dreaming and continue to fulfill dreams. And especially to continue growing with more people in this cute exchange.
And because we have learned a lot on this trip, and we share no matter if we are wrong or not. For travel
may not give you the solution to life. But it helps you decide do not you want for your life.
And to believe that everyone has a path;
and repairing the road, cut the bushes, put the signs and light poles that way ... is self ...
And every day I feel more that everything happens as it should happen ... forgetting to fight ... I do live that day ... learning to accept that everything is something ...
And everyone is the creator of your life ...
And so ... as soon as I told David, that soul mate that we hope will soon see ... the bombing of seeds of fear is constant ... and that the time to hit again with the system that we still live here ... I
But I dream. Sé feel. It is possible to live the way we imagine in our head.
And I'm breaking down prejudices ... that there had been stuck since childhood ...
The book goes. Sometimes it is accelerating. Sometimes stops. And that's okay.
The biggest challenge? Finding order in the whole web of ideas hovering in my head ...
And when occasionally comes to my mind that this book does not make sense or is too much work .... at that time ... there is always someone there to cheer ...
Sometimes we feel too sad. To have you so far not have time to keep in touch ...
Each has his way, his dreams, his travels ...
miss you ... and if we have to find ... we find ...
infinitely grateful for everything you taught us. Man or woman, boy or old, regardless of nationality, regardless of whether you were a dog or cat ... no matter if it rained or not ... no matter how much money carried in your pocket ...
and appreciate the time spent together ... because at the end what matters is not the duration but the intensity ...
Billion hugs ...
