Finally in Spain. The wonder of a border – it is just something in the mind of us humans, but everything changes when u cross one. The style of the houses, the language of course, the temper of the people…A bit sad I leave Portugal behind me, rolling down the Montesinho. I had a look on the map and saw, that i could follow a long lake to the east. But when i reached the settled area I found myself in a tourist area. By trying to escape it, i got more and more north and then found a magical place:
Santuario de Ntra. Sra. De LaAlcobillo – a small chappel on a hilltop surrounded by at least 50 200 to 400 year old chestnut trees. I climb one and spend a great siesta there, stiing on a branch half a meter wide ! Most trees here would need 3 or more people to embrace them! Whow, i love chestnuts in flower ! A quiet space full of magic, where i held a meditation and thanked for the beautiful road i was led through today, through little hills with chestnut and oak forests, small winding roads – the flock of giant trees being the icing on the cake !
I had hoped that now in Spain the flat area would start, so that I could hurry to Bilbao, but then when I finally left the chappel, I hit the mountains again. I asked for the way, as I had reached a villag where the tarmac road ended. I followed the dirt path to the next village and asked again – one way to the south and one north to leon – through the mountains. How good i did not look at the map, the mountains did not look so high, and although it was already 7 I choose to take that path. And then I had to climb and climb, and what looked so easy from down became more and more hard, windy and cold, a barren landscape, it became more and more dark, and I told myself: “Ok, I will do the first mountain range, and all the mountains after I leave for tomorrow.” It felt like my last power which took me over that range, and It was dark already, so when I went down after I could not see the beauty of the landscape surrounding me.
Only in the next morning I saw which beauty I had entered, a steep valley with a river running through, green and beautiful, and for this day my route was blessed by a slow downhill, wind from the back and a road, which became bigger and bigger, but most of the time I was alone on it. Great scenery, beautiful rock formations, and even if it looked like now there would be a hill in the way, no, it still went on going down down down 
Looking on a map I found out, that i had crossed 1800 and something meters the night before, it would have been much harder, when I would have known that. It looked much less, and yeah, it is our mind which gives us the power – I would not have had the power for 1800, but as it just looked like 1200 I managed „I travel the way of the goddess“ is one of my power sentences these days, and it is a very nice one today 
