Tenerife and the resolve of mine - part 2

The thoughts of the night I spent on Teide in Altavista Refuge at 3250 metres were... liberating. It was challenging for me to get to this point. You already know from the previous post, what I was up to for six months to get to where I was. It all served a purpose much greater than just getting over the first love of my life.

I realized that all the time, it was about finding myself. Come to terms with who I became. Realizing what I feel. Understanding what I want. And find out what I desire to do in the future.

Holding a grudge does not get you anywhere. Nor does forgiveness for that matter. Its the purpose. Whatever it would be. However complicated or simple, expensive or cheap, short- or long-term, however fulfilling or dissapoiting it may be, it is the purpose, the challenge, the thrill that drives my life.

My resolve to find peace was a wonderful adventure. I was in luck to realize it, because the ice really did not allow me to go the peak of Teide. I believe that this is how most of our lives look like. We strive for greatness. We struggle to reach happiness. We pursue our dreams. And then, when the stars we were aiming at for so long seem to be just at hands reach, we just can't reach far enough.

But enough of my nirvana. The morning came and it was time descend.

Drying stuff time.

On my way up, I met a wonderful couple, Ilona and Benedict. We helped each other out in some difficult moments while climbing the rocky and snowy part, which was followed by some nice conversation in the refuge. They offered me to drive me with their car to somewhere by the sea when we go down.

After losing the battery on the phone, which meant no more GPS or Red Hot Chilli Peppers, we navigated traditionally - with a map and gut :). It got us to El Medano.

And this time it was more serious drying time.

After walking around for some time in El Medano, it was time to look for a place to sleep. I am a man of simple needs when it comes to sleep - no wind, a bit of cover of my head, as little light and noise as possible. I found some abandoned entrance to some bunker or something by the beach. Unfortunately, rocks don't make such a great mattress as the cardboard and carpet made three days back.

So it was time to look for something else. And boy, did I find a perfect spot.

This is one of the huts for kitesurfers. I slept inside. It was quite cold, but managable. As I said, I am a man of simple needs. The views of sun rising over the sea were enough to validate the perfection of deciding on spending the night an the beach.

I waited for some time for a bus and my last point was Santa Cruz.

Colorado, San Francisco... I guess this is the closest I got to USA so far.

And here I was wondering, how do the Tenerifians celebrate Christmas.

There is always something and someone waiting for us to come back. That is where real bliss lies - with people that surround you, I am grateful to my family and my friends, who never doubted me, although they would question my ideas. While they would never bring my dreams down, they would always show their concern. And as they were at it, they would show their concerns, followed by tenfold more support.

But, this is still not the end of the trip...