Walking inland

Walking inland the senses become finer. The coast has been dramatic!
Waves, Cliffs, Wind, roaring Sound.
The trail now is isolated, quite, gentle.
I'm hearing the birds, the bees, the stream and the rustling of the leaves . And above all the cicads, symbol of southern countries. The whole air is singing!

And everywhere abandoned ruins.
And my fantasy flies!
Repair an old ruin, keep chickens, plant vegetables, have solar energy and collect rainwater in a cistern. And forget the insanity of our world. And those walking by on the camino can stay the nightBaca lagi