I'm home at last. I still feel tired and my day is starting out slow. Orpierre, Ceuse, Vailfroide, Rodellar, Perticara, Fosso Dell' Eremo, Monte Aquilone and Maiolo now become mere bits and pieces of memory stored away in the vast depths of my conciousness. It's amazing how every experience we have soon become something like digital records that gets burried deep within our brains. It's so hard remaining in the moment of every happening. Time passes by so fast and sometimes it is as if as soon as you start something it's already finished. The past 40 days have truly awakened me. The climbing, the people, the culture and the places have changed me somehow. It's not an apparent change that would have me acting so differently in an instant but something more subtle. All the small details I've seen, heard and felt along the way have once more contributed to my way of thinking. It's a change I'm welcoming freely.
Where to go now? Mallorca, Kalymnos, Albaraccin... I'm still unsure of the next trip. The where, when and if ever at all still escapes me. There are so many interesting places and the number of crags increases with new discoveries. I'm glad I'm given the opportunity to see these places.
Where to go now? Mallorca, Kalymnos, Albaraccin... I'm still unsure of the next trip. The where, when and if ever at all still escapes me. There are so many interesting places and the number of crags increases with new discoveries. I'm glad I'm given the opportunity to see these places.
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