I guess it's normal that, on these occasions, Even before leaving home, the fear assails me as to whether I will return to see everyone I love again., there are many, and asked me the meaning of what we do.
We came being better than before leaving. Enriched, with the head aerated by the Karakorum wind and the soul full of emotions and feelings that we will hardly forget. I no longer aspire to more. But not unless.
You fall in love with mountains like this the same way you fall in love with a woman, for its beauty, for its powerful attraction that only causes mystery, for its apparent inaccessibility, because you close your eyes and you only think about them ...