Journey to Spain 7 – The Journey back
Coming from Cordoba with Ursula and Jesus, we had an overnight stay at their home in Murcia. Next morning, we drove along the coast to Denia north of Alicante, where we met the travel group with Guru Prasad and the members of Denia group for lunch at a Greek restaurant in the old town. The group has a beautiful meeting space two floors above the restaurant.
While the others were taking a nap in the early afternoon, I wanted to go back to our car to fetch my camera and to cover the windows – we had quickly left the car on a big parking at some distance and it was very hot. I did not have a mobile but thought I would find the parking. There were many little streets and somehow I took a wrong direction and lost the way. For quite some time, I searched in a large area and then decided to go back but didn’t find that way either. A young man with a mobile showed me the way back to the restaurant. When arriving, I felt dizzy from the heat. A doctor and other group members took care of me, and I spend the afternoon and evening prayer lying down. My friends went to the parking with the mobile. Then we went to the home of Alejandro and Alba from Denia group, where we spent the night and enjoyed their hospitality and some nice talks.
I slept in the room of their youngest son Tiziano, 16. I had already talked with him in Cordoba, since he was much interested in my paintings and in the subtle world. And now in his room, I met again the gnome with the baby which I had taken a photo of in Cordoba, not knowing how this gnome had come to the May Call 🙂
The next day we continued our northward journey to Blanes, a town at the Mediterranean between Barcelona and Girona. We stayed in the house of Isabel. She is offering her home to WTT group activities. 11 years ago, I had met her when I visited the Minakshi project in the Girona area; it had to close. The new house in Blanes started on 7 November 23, the birthday of Master KPK; it is in a way a continuation and a very beautiful place. We received a warm reception by Isabel, her partner and a friend, and we communicated with an automatic voice translation app German-Spanish.
In the evening, Isabel and Domenec gave us a foot reflex zones and polarity massage, and I went to bed in a state of very profound relaxation. Next morning after breakfast, we started the journey back. When we approached the border between Spain and France, we saw helicopters “standing” over the highway area and wondered why. As we came nearer, we saw many police cars.
The motorway was closed. All cars and lorries were diverted onto an ordinary road. I tried to get back to the highway at the next access – also closed. As we crossed the pass in the Pyrenees via the side road, we saw many tractors in a row on a motorway bridge. Obviously, farmers were blocking the highway and a demonstration was going on, just before the European elections. We made slow progress. It was only after crossing Perpignan and with a delay of 3 hours that we got back on the motorway and headed fast towards north.
