Tenerife, Spain
Trek By Ocean
At the still dark hour, our small walking party had gone the way of a small port and beyond. There we passed hippie homes made of leaf structures. We trekked through a rocky coastal trail. Young Balaram, who in the arms of his mom or dad (they shifted), also made it through the rough terrain. Cacti will catch your cloth, as it did mine, so you trek the worn path with caution.
Tenerife is known for its excellent bananas, but along this trail, according to our guide, Patita Pavana, the orchards failed here, and so we’re left with what looks like ancient ruins which were actually territorial dividers.
The sun broke through. Before our swim (and it was Mohit’s first dip in an ocean ever) we had a serious sit down on sand. There, our party of a dozen sang our standard gaudiya songs in honour of guru and Krishna. I also spoke by way of a Kindle device on a verse from the book, ‘Bhagavatam’, on the allegorical tale of King Puranjana. A brahmin comes to visit a grieving queen. This brahmin represents the best friend, amigo. Analogously, the friend also refers to the witness in the heart, the Paramatma. Traditionally, yogis aspire to reach this stage of Paramatma perception. We also discussed the role of guru in one’s life, in addition to the need to gain incredible focus to be successful in spiritual life.
Our talk and swim terminated when at least two members of our party were to meet their job obligations. We returned on the rustic and barren trail on this moderate morning of low 20’s Celsius. And then careful of the clingy cacti.
Hours of the evening were taken up in our drama practice - preparation for the Chariot Festival to take place on Sunday. We are having a blast. A bhakti blast.
May the Source be with you!
6 KM
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