i had forgotten what pure joy could be found in the Mountains. travelling south through france, i found myself thinking about the pyrenees, getting close to the pyrenees, then hitch-hiking right into the heart of the pyrenees with a elderly woman who travelled eighty kilometres every day to submit herself to the healing powers of the thermal waters. the woman in the tourist information centre that morning was very kind. she printed out a section of the map which showed the path that crossed to spain.
after beatifully bathing in the cold waters of the mountain river i had so much energy, it took me rather by surprise. barefoot, with my large rucksack which i hardly felt, i practically ran up the mountain, taking all the short cuts which lead directly to le refuge de benasque. there (2,248m) next to a glacial lake i met aurelly and cyril with whom i had the following conversation:
"ah, qu'est-ce que c'est beau d'avoir du fromage et vin rouge"
- "ah, oui, tu sais que t'est bien en france. meme quand les francais vont en montagne il amenent leur fromage et du rouge."
and later, offering my onion to the preparation of cous-cous, il y avait cyril que me disait: "j´aime bien les oignions comme ça. on sent bien la peau de leur chair" it was a celebration of onions of wine of cheese surrounded by the extatic rocky peaks of the pyrenees. and when i went outside at night to pee, surrounded by the magnificent silence of the grand stars, i was overimpressed and i was silenced and humble.
after beatifully bathing in the cold waters of the mountain river i had so much energy, it took me rather by surprise. barefoot, with my large rucksack which i hardly felt, i practically ran up the mountain, taking all the short cuts which lead directly to le refuge de benasque. there (2,248m) next to a glacial lake i met aurelly and cyril with whom i had the following conversation:
"ah, qu'est-ce que c'est beau d'avoir du fromage et vin rouge"
- "ah, oui, tu sais que t'est bien en france. meme quand les francais vont en montagne il amenent leur fromage et du rouge."
and later, offering my onion to the preparation of cous-cous, il y avait cyril que me disait: "j´aime bien les oignions comme ça. on sent bien la peau de leur chair" it was a celebration of onions of wine of cheese surrounded by the extatic rocky peaks of the pyrenees. and when i went outside at night to pee, surrounded by the magnificent silence of the grand stars, i was overimpressed and i was silenced and humble.
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