After Tordesillas and Palencia, for a couple of days I could not make any right decision. I just wanted not to lose time and follow "the timeline" that I found myself with a flat tire, riding in the mud, with stomach problems, fever and pushed away from a storm in the middle of the Spanish countryside because I was so stubborn that I was not listening to environment. Everything was telling me to get lost, to go with the flow, to forget any timeline, but I was not ready yet. The city-machine follows you even when you know you do not belong to it. Listen.
Do you know that feeling when you reach the peak twice, you are sweating...the vegetation it is all around you, no cars, no humans around, only trees. You see the river from the top. It is immense, it flows down to Lisbon and the air smells like eucalyptus. Finally it is time to ride down, the wind it is challenging but the beauty of this natural gorge is priceless. Pure nature, pure happiness.
