Para llegar a la playa desde donde estaba acampando podía ir mediante una calle principal por donde se suele transitar o por un camino escondido que cruza todo el monte. Para ir o venir solía usar la segunda opción porque además de disfrutar ese hermoso sendero natural, tenía la esperanza de poder cruzarme con algún guazuvirá que sé que han sido vistos dentro del parque. Nunca me crucé con el amigo pero la primer tarde que recorrí el sendero encontré una familia de coatíes (la cual merece un post aparte) que pasaban por allí buscando comida entre las hojas y los troncos.
Puedo recordar el sonido de las hojas agitándose con el viento y cayendo de a montones como si de lluvia se tratara. Aún siento la tierra húmeda debajo de mis pies. Puedo ver los puentecitos que hay que cruzar en algunos tramos y lo hacía con entusiasmo. Encontrar unos frutos desconocidos y querer saber cómo se llaman. Probarlos. Arrepentirme de haberlo hecho y temer que sean venenosos. Los escalones de troncos. Las escaleras de piedra. Estar dentro de un monte pero también escuchar el sonido de las olas agitándose a lo lejos. Cada paso dado es un aumento de ese sonido. El camino se va terminando y el monte cada vez se abre más. Matorrales, los atravieso. Ahora siento piedras debajo de mis pies y luego arena. El mar está allí para mí solo. No hay gente en la playa y lo vasto de este paisaje me abraza.
To get to the beach from where I was camping I could go through the main street which the people usually takes or through a hidden path inside the woods. I used to choose the second to go or come because apart from enjoying the beautiful natural path, I had hope of finding a guazuvirá which I know have been seen in the park. I never found one but in the first afternoon I was trekking I found a family of coatíes (which deserves a post apart) that were there looking for food among in the leaves and the trunks.
I can remember the sound of the leaves dancing in the wind and falling in piles as if it was raining. I still feel the humid dirt under my foot. I can picture the little bridges one has to cross in some tracks which I used to do with enthusiasm. Finding unknown fruits and want to know the name. Eat them.
I did regret and fear that are poisonous .The trunk stairs. The stone stairs. Being inside of the woods but also listening to the sound of the waves breaking far in the distance. Each step taken is an increase of that sound. The path is ending and the woods is being left behind. Scrubs, I go through them. Now I feel the stones under my foot and then, sand. The sea is there for me only. There is nobody on the beach and the vastness of the landscape embraces me.
To get to the beach from where I was camping I could go through the main street which the people usually takes or through a hidden path inside the woods. I used to choose the second to go or come because apart from enjoying the beautiful natural path, I had hope of finding a guazuvirá which I know have been seen in the park. I never found one but in the first afternoon I was trekking I found a family of coatíes (which deserves a post apart) that were there looking for food among in the leaves and the trunks.
I can remember the sound of the leaves dancing in the wind and falling in piles as if it was raining. I still feel the humid dirt under my foot. I can picture the little bridges one has to cross in some tracks which I used to do with enthusiasm. Finding unknown fruits and want to know the name. Eat them.
I did regret and fear that are poisonous .The trunk stairs. The stone stairs. Being inside of the woods but also listening to the sound of the waves breaking far in the distance. Each step taken is an increase of that sound. The path is ending and the woods is being left behind. Scrubs, I go through them. Now I feel the stones under my foot and then, sand. The sea is there for me only. There is nobody on the beach and the vastness of the landscape embraces me.
Por cierto, si alguien sabe cómo se llaman esas pequeñas bayas me encantaría que me lo diga. Crecen en un árbol y tienen una semilla muy grande.
By the way, if anyone knows the name of this berries I would love to hear it. They grow in a tree and have a quite big seed.
Los espero en la próxima historia (:
I hope to see you in the next story (:
By the way, if anyone knows the name of this berries I would love to hear it. They grow in a tree and have a quite big seed.
Los espero en la próxima historia (:
I hope to see you in the next story (:
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