Arriving at night into Nerja bus station which is a slightly grand way of saying to a bus stop I choose to walk to Cuevas de Nerja near Maro where my friend is stayin looking after a finca.
It's an end to an incredible day that began with tears as I took off and saw the clouds from above and a conversation with an ex pat couple one from the UK the other from Iran.
Being described as a free spirit makes me see things about my trip that I hadn't yet and wide eyed about every aspect of the journey I make my way to the home of my friend but it's late.
Flea infested accommdation doesn' sound like the Dream I was lookin for so I go down to the beach to spend my first night there instead to find a fire drawing me in despite my fears.
Young people around it from England Belgium Estonia Germany and me from wherever I am from and right now I'm from here so I settle in and by morning I have friends on the beach.
So the next day dawns after a lengthy conversation with an incredibly young and enthusiastic and creative entrepreneurial individual who I will know as Frantz.
I felt an energy about the place when I walked past all the fincas which I take to mean the bits of land and buildings set aside and divided up into gardens greenhouses and irrigation.
Life soon settles into a routine of eating fresh fruits and vegetables on shopping trips to town with my friend Sean who has been here two months and on a previous trip a few years ago.
That and sunbathin on the beach eating the recycled food which is anything the young folks have gathered that is being thrown out by the supermarkets or market traders that day.
Sleepin in the back of a car as it's cold at night becomes the normal I work in the garden of the massage yoga reining centre for something to do and to pass the time and feel more useful.
Trips to town are mesmerising and take hours walking from one place to another seeking ripe fruits and vegetables of quality from the only ecological shop and certain grocers.
It takes us all over the place to the home of what my friend calls the grandmothers a series of women selling produce from their doorstep and by week two I've discovered another one.
So the sights and smells and locals and tourists and travellers and passers by and van dwellers and local bar and source of spring water become part of my life too fitting them all in.
I had known I was to take myself off on a vision quest before I left the plane it became apparent sonic said as much and packed a bag with little food and water for three days also.
I hiked from our home with no phone or tech just a backpack sleeping bag and a little energy of nervousness and excitement and the thrill of adventure rushing as I chose to leave then.
I drank and walked up and into the smaller foothills to pockets of tiny by lower altitude conifers on rocky slopes of herbs growin wild and free together Lavender Thyme Rosemary.
Reaching a point high and far away from the noise of the roads I felt I'd gone far enough to make myself a little nest under one of the conifers near the top of one of the foothills.
Sleeping bag laid out I got as comfortable as I could on a bed of needles and dried mud amongst the rocks and branches as I layed back my head cleared and visual images came.
Drifting off into sleep tired from all the steep climbing I woke often to empty out the spring water and each time it was from dreams that scare and inspire but certainly teach us much.
Bringing dream worlds to life and learning from the experiences that come only to need them in the future whether distant or near and although not well rested arrivin within so well.
I was tired when the next day began early with meditation and alarms to remind me to send healing to someone at home via the distant healing technique of connecting and sending.
Sayin my prayer to connect then set an intention for it to go where it needs to whatever they need it for allowing myself to be empty of thoughts only for solutions to arrive.
To stay cold with no food would be foolish I knew it was best to travel down and although three days and nights became one night I had aimed for the stars reaching the moon happily.
As I came down a different path sometimes seein the same sights and also discovering new things like the carcass of a goat I felt reborn and healed and new and capable.
It was the adventure I was seeking and so muh more and I am so glad that I took myself off to experience it before the weather turned in the second week but more about that later.
So beach life consisted of washing self and clothes in the surf the views of crystal clear waters and sand to lay on to soak up the sun connected body and soul to the elements.
The naked young women doin yoga and their morning routines standing in their power was a beautiful feeling and inspired me to get into the water and lay there free of all outer layers.
Sunbathing by getting in touch with your skin as the suns rays nourish and cleanse your energy and body completely as the salt water and sand feed your need for minerals aswell.
Meetin so many folk of different walks of life being as polite to the locals and looking as wild and free as I felt in my hippy trousers and shirts and the rhythm of fetchin spring water.
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