With 2103 Body still present I want to dig in photographs that left me this year is already gone before unfaithful be interested in 2014. meeting trains, mountains, bed sheets, cities suspended over water, beaches without towels, lagoons, hermitages, landscapes that left me speechless… In each of these images I have left tatters of my life and, now, When I get them back to them, I feel forced to be indulgent with 2013.
SOLER (Mallorca)
I arrived at Sóller from Palma de Mallorca aboard a centenary train turned into a tourist claim. It was February and it was cold. The Sierra de Tramuntana I was splashed with snow. Upon arriving at the station we began to walk until they turn our backs on the town. He wanted to take a path in the direction of the nearby Serralos. But there was no time. I wanted to come back. And I will.
San Saturio (Soria)
This hermitage about the Duero It has the magic of medieval castles. Even it is reached by a nostalgia walk, Romantic melancholy and corners, those who dazzled Ax. I arrived in the city by train (the Campos de Castilla), as the poet and I remember a weekend of poetry following his footprints for Soria, walking his verses, chewing them in the dry cold Castilian.
I remember a weekend of poetry following Machado's footprints, walking his verses, chewing them in the dry cold Castilian
Peñalara (Madrid)
For years, still with the heart drawn from Mountains of the Pyrenees, I lived on your back to Perryridge. It took a long time to discover Peñalara, But for a long time I go up several times a year to the highest peak in the community of Madrid, most alone. Although on the mountain, in one way or another, You are never alone. In June, still with a lot of snow on their slopes, I approached to try some crampons. In the Citor, On a slope, The silhouette of several mountaineers was cut a few meters above me.
Amsterdam (Holland)
Amsterdam was a effort, An act of rebellion against several hours of waiting at your airport after my last African trip. I got on the train and planted in the city to navigate their channels hurriedly, With that transacity that undoes the experiences between the fingers. It was awarded on the channels and the waters shone with the twilight light. I knew I was but I wasn't. Yet, When I returned to the airport he was a happy guy.
Chinchón smelled like rain, to garlic, to wet land, A chickpea stew and fresh grass that winter morning
Chinchón (Madrid)
The most famous main square in Madrid after the capital still has that unmistakable aroma of the children of childhood where smells do not confuse and the smells with the same precision as if you were dissecting them. Chinchón smelled like rain, to garlic, to wet land, A chickpea stew and fresh grass that winter morning. But once in the Plaza Mayor, surrounded by its beautiful rod, You are looking for the perspective and start walking upstairs until, Already above the roofs, The Calvero de la Plaza opens under your feet. It was the market day and the transfer of goods and the presence of vans spoiled the stamp. Several modern sculptures marked the square. Suddenly, A donkey burst up with his tired walk, claiming.
Amboseli (Kenya)
In this Kenyan park I enjoyed the best sunsets of the year. Without them, Both would also last in my memory, because every morning I woke me up with the imposing silhouette of Kilimanjaro in front of me. I used to take a while looking at the highest mountain in Africa before going to breakfast, While giraffes, gazelles and elephants went in front of me giving me in dozens images of those that populate African dreams. Since then, Many mornings I wonder whether or not the Kili will be covered by the fog.
In both I enjoyed the best sunsets of the year
Guadalupe (Estremadura)
This photograph produces me cold. I had to get up a lot to surprise the first sun rays on the stone of the Guadalupe Cathedral. Had snowed at night on the ridges of the Sierra de the Villages. The park was empty and the sky, Something cloudy, did not presage a special light. But suddenly the sun made its way and, For a few seconds, gave that unique atmosphere of dawn.
Rolando Gap (Huesca)
The climb from Bujaruelo He was demanding and two companions turned around the way. Upon arriving at the Rolando Gap, One of the most emblematic landscapes of the Pyrenees, I knew we were going to get it, that we would make top in the Taillón, a three thousand that had pending since, being a child, I stayed in the gap and we decided not to continue towards the summit. That time we had walked from the shelter of Goriz. The little break surrounded by the stone cliff was extremely rewarding. An hour later we were at the top of the Taillón.
In the Kandili Camp there was breathing that freedom that you long for in the savanna when you first arrive in Africa
Masai Mara (Kenya)
It is one of the experiences that has filled me most in Africa. I had made another safari on foot on the Masai Mara years ago, But this time it was different. In the Qandil Camp You breathe that freedom you miss in the savanna when you first arrive at Africa overloaded with precautions, prejudices and warning. Ana and Aldo welcomed us at home for a few days and it was a privilege to share sunsets with them. A piece of my heart stayed there.
Gredos (Avila)
Shortly before arriving at La Laguna de Gredos, When the path reaches its maximum altitude and begins to descend to the valley, The thickets in flower yellow the landscape until they swallow the hiker. Suddenly, ORDING THE PICOS AND SERRALLOS DEL CIRCO DE GREDOS, with the Almanzor at one end. The contrast is amazing. One, also, You are lucky to make the walk a working day dodging the crowd, The prize is double.
Before making precipitated assessments I always impose at least one condition: start to walk
Hammamet (Tunisia)
I do not like the very summary judgments on trips. And in any case, Before making precipitated assessments I always impose at least one condition: start to walk. The Hammamet beaches are among Tunisia's most tourist but if you started walking on the shore, you were very deserted sandless sandless. Where there were once gloomy now there were the oxidized oxidized rods of dried branches. And he wanted to continue walking south, truth.
Top of the Guarramillas (Madrid)
Although he had climbed the malicious several times, I had never done it since The ravine, where the hardest slope is faced. I only went to settle that account and went up to the good pace until the hill of Piornal that separates the road to the summit from the one to the Alto de las Guarramillas. Already on top, The path towards the world's ball was drawn like a string between the broom and a great fridge.
Sometimes a dream is summarized in a number and letter: 1.224 F
Lunatic Express
Sometimes a dream is summarized in a number and letter. 1.224 F. The car number and compartment where I traveled aboard the Lunatic Express, The legendary lunatic train between the Costa del Indico and Lake Victoria. We settle for making the journey between Mombasa and Nairobi, A long caressed effort. That number and that letter was proof that, finally, We had achieved it. The least was the decomposition of myth. You had to get on the train to check.
