I found it

It's here.




















































The silent voice, the invisible hand that has been driving me from Munich is here. I can feel its undeniable presence between these ancient mountains.

I cqn hardly find the words to describe how it is to be walking here. It is the most difficult and the most beautiful challenge I have done EVER. I'm getting even more pushed towards my physical and spiritual limits here. My body, my mind and my soul are working at full power. I am giving all I have. I am existing like never before.

There is a form of magic present in the air, in the rock, in myself.

It is the purest from of existance I can think of.
There is nothing around but The Mountain.
The rock.
Nature. Naked. Inspiring. Beautiful. Dangerous. Undeniable. Magnificient. Wild. Powerful. Yet quiet.
Ancient.
Wise.



It's here I had to arrive. It's the mystic of these places that was invoking me, pronouncing my name in the oldest and most magical of all languages. It's the silence of the Pyrenees that I was hearing so loudly inside of me since Munich.

Now I know the reason why I started my Way. Let's see if I'm brave enough to accept it and to say it out loud.




(By the way, it's here I am know :)