Storyteller - the traveller pt 3

Mood: Sleepy
Book: YPA
Music: Dvorak

The morning dew hit the low soil and woke us up from our natural dream.

There was a heavy road ahead to follow, as we got up with the singing of the birds.

The rituals augmented as we entered the mountains, the locals received us with leaves, oils and essentials as a welcoming party.

They extracted from a plant's seeds painting, that was the most curious thing to experience and painted our faces with archetypical minimalistic features of some animals, everybody was part of a tribe.

As the day passed by and the sun started to rise above our heads,

we were given fruits, tasteful, juicy, in the shape of an orange, but nothing similar, no.

The peeling was like an egg, so you had to break the outer layer, and inside,

it was like eggs entangled in a spider web.

The trail laid before our eyes, like magic it shined.

So we kept on the journey, we stopped by the refinery for a moment, to have some sierra coffee.

Then we headed to the spring waters, a natural resource on the top of the mountain.

I had to fix the blisters, they started to multiply.

The natives walk, such a fascinating situation, we have become so accustomed to life in the suburbs, to life in the big cities, that coming to this side of the mountains seems surreal.

With the walking seriously nothing seems that far, but it is for our city streets eyes.

We had to record everything in our minds, it was forbidden to take pictures as we finally arrived at the ancient site, the terrain was so plain and slippery that we almost died walking that part.

The road lied ahead, it was vast, it seemed endless but the trail rails gave us hope... we knew that even though not train ever passed anymore, they had an end to the citadel.

We finally got to the abandoned town, but we all after all this long walk felt an unavoidable relief. Would we be able to rest? We didn't know.

The stories behind the abandoned town were interesting to hear, they all share some similarities in regards to their advancements.

I saw from the top of the mountain how the sun rose from between two peaks, it was beautiful, breathtaking.

I sat for a moment, my calves were killing me, we got remedies from the locals and rubbed it all our bodies, I couldn't believe that I was able to jump!

Nature is so beautiful from this side of the world, it is the same all around us, but each space has its own value and must appreciate and contemplate. The vast mountains guarding the citadel, it is just a glance of how great our planet is.

On the top of a mountain.

I discovered the power of the spirit, a positive mental attitude can help you achieve dreams that may seem impossible.

Sayounara.