December 2017

It is the first week of december as i walk through the rough and silent Volcano landscape. I had been taken up in the air on a tandem paraglide flight and decided to learn how to fly, accepting this as the compensation to what i have lost. Can't run long distance anymore as Mr P is being more and more present. Left side of my body is slower and makes the right side work harder. That disbalance fucks me up when running. Pity, as i ran since teenager times all over the world.

Surfing is great here in Famara. But i am a slow learner and whenever the waves get bigger i cant catch a single one but gasp for air after being drowned in the waves like in a washing machine. I am too old for fast progress.