Part 1- THE SUN'S PATH

This is the entry about Holy Week, but this is just part 1. I will write the second part when I get more free time.

There was I...starving to death in the middle of a desert and unknown place. My body was shivering and the seizures weren't going away. There were no souls over the sand road that lied ahead. Thus, I had to move by my own and the options were limited but critical. Should I go left or should I go right? My body was broken, my mind was tired but my soul had still hope. However, not as much as I had when I started the journey.

Well, this is not where the story began. The truth is that at the beginning, two or three days before as I was climbing up the holy mountain, that one near Bernal, Queretaro, I felt myself flowing with energy. The days I was waiting for were to happen. I gazed up and looked at the Sun blazing with fire. In just 48 hours, a group of humble men were to carry a giant wooden cross and altar to the top of the mountain. Up there, where thou must dress in white and red I believe...But the event I was waiting for wasn't going to happen there. I walked all the way down and again up into the magic city of Tequisquiapan. Small and mysterious stores where hidden around the one-meter thick alleys.

I remember the church falling in pieces with the golden pillars surrounding the Saints. So...going forward I ended in a vineyard at the middle of the High way. I has the opportunity to taste the champagne, which of course can't be called Champagne because id doesn't come from "Champagne".

As the Sun was descending into the mountains I went to the Cacti GreenHouse. It's hard to believe that it contains some species that can't be found outside of that region. It's hard to believe that they are eager to die. Two or three mountains farther away where the plains where the deer and the zebra live together. Magical places where animals from total different continents live together and eat the same grass.

And then...I did the necessary things to prepare myself. Yet, seeing giant turtles living over an active volcano and swimming lizards marked the beginning of the dawn. And in that moment, I was happy enough, but that was about to change, for I did not forseen the test.

I tried to recover from something that started as a feeling of dizziness which turned into fever an fever into worst. But fever was not stopping me from reaching my goal. I looked for the bus that was going to take me to the lost village of Victoria, Guanajuato at 7:00 Am. What I didn't expected is that the bus was going to left me. So I waited for the next one, hoping to arrive Victoria before 10:30 Am. That sure wasn't going to happen.

And I was ready. The preparing, the tools, the book and everything. The long journey hadn't damaged the stuff I carried. Nothing was broken nor damaged. But I was.

And this is where I began telling the tale. The bus made three hours to reach what I was expecting to be a city. The voyage was a total inferno. The medicine was no longer helping me and there was no one who could help me out with my lugagge. I thought that I would find a bus station where I could rest, or at least a store where I could buy water to drink, due to the fact that I had already drank the one I carried. The truth is that the bus threw us into an empty street in what looked like a ghost town. And the seizure began, with no one around to help me. However, being it not the first time I encounter death in from of me, I bowed to the Sun and heard the wind whisper to me: You have come this far, it is not time to perish. So, I picked up the luggage which seemed as the heaviest stone ever and continued walking to the front. Time no longer existed. In that moment, at the desert...it felt just like it felt some centuries ago. In those times it seemed natural but not nowadays, life has changed dramatically since those times, I must admit. But I was prepared enough to face death once again. I walked and walked until I reached the town center. I asked for help but they would not listen because I was a foreigner. It was the Friday 21 of March, 2008. Holy Friday. Almost all the town was gathered at the lowest part of the mountain, waiting for the Via Crusis to take place. And I just felt like Him.

A polite man gave me permission to enter his house so I could drink water and heal myself. The seizure was dissapearing but not the fever. I ate fresh strawberries and I drank Tamarind water. That was the most delicious feast. Hour and a half later I was partially recovered, but I couldn't talk yet. The post-effects of the seizures wouldn't allow me to speak or walk properly. I gave infinite thanks and blessed the man and his family. I left the house and I did a very strong effort to reach the store that was the gathering point at 10:30 Am. When I arrived there were no people. After all, the clock marked 12:35 Pm.

I entered the store with a deep negative feeling. Hope was leaving my soul. I asked more than 10 people about the place I was looking for. Nobody knew a thing. Of course, nobody had a reason to know about it. Not even the owner of the store. But the worst came when I was told that there was no bus station in Victoria...and there were no phones, internet and no

celular service. I was not able to catch up with the others, and I was not even able to go back! Everything was closed and people were at the Via Crusis. No services, the streets closed, no taxis, no buses, no cars...no hospitals. Nothing.

I entered the bathroom of the store and took a shower. As I was feeling the water over my body, I was consciuously thinking about all the events that had happened. All the magic of the moment was gone. I was getting convinced that I would never forgive how I did not reached the event I was looking for because a bus left me. All that for nothing.

Suddenly, I heard Him talk again saying very calmly. Everything will be okay. And I told Him: I know, I know I should not tremble, I know this is just another test. And we agreed that I had been training for this. So, I said: Alright, I don't exactly know what is going to happen now, but I will keep myself with the heart steady.

I opened the door leading outside the bathroom and I found I girl. She said: Are you the one who comes from Sonora and is trying to catch up with the others?

I was wordless. Yes. Who are thou?

--My name is Wendy. Come on, there's no time to lose!

To be continued.