Letter to Casa

I'm still on the road.

Someone would call it "camino". For me is just life. Here in there. Walking by foot or hitching a car. Living with what people have to offer. Sleeping sometimes in churces, sometimes in homeless shelters, sometimes in people's houses. Eating what i find and what people want to offer.

Finding the magic everywhere. Living this life a treasure hunt.
I'm trying to be in the present as much as I can.

This road brough me joy, sadness, forgiving, teaching.

This road makes my feet heavy, my heart full, my mind empty.

On the way to Odessa... and further on

Sooner that I could realize, the road caught us, flexible and free like a cat.
Its yellow eyes blinking and silently smiling followed us, meanwhile we where following the flow of the events.