Entry 71

Written on 25 April 2020, Saturday:

I was I think at the beach, climbing up some boulders. At one concave, like a grotto, the sand was purplish pink. Ashen-yet-shining smooth lava rocks were stacked up, like natural sculptures of towers. The contrast between dark and light grey against the almost-neon purple-pink sand was beautiful, a synthesis of art and nature. I wanted to take a picture of it. I clambered up around the boulders surrounding this grotto of towers to get better angles/perspectives for the photo. There were a bunch of kids around. They were asking me something, or telling me something. I was bothered by them as I just wanted to take a picture. But upon second look at the grotto and the towers, it changed into a flat sort of checker board. The kids were putting pieces on it, other rocks, a branch or twig, also taking other pieces from it. Trying to make it look beautiful, I guess, but it just looked barren and messy.

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weekly (sometimes monthly) writings on and off the camino, relating the journey to the everyday mundane, continuing the camino all over the world, for as long as possible

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