The hermitage on the image was built in 1536. You can see its unique location in this previous post. There we met Ferran, a nice climber, and Pingu, his dog.
7am. I'm walking while the 1st lights of the day start to reflect on the walls of the monastery. The heavy bronze bells start to sound slowly, grave, loudly... the echoes of the mountain add the mistery to that magic moment. Can't be explained, it has to be experienced.
I'm just a chemical reaction in a planet that orbits one of the 200,000,000,000,000,000 visible universe's Stars.
I've already met the ultimate reason of my existence, I've passed my genes.
Luckily I still have many other irrelevant quests that I like to pursue
No roads lead to Rome
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