A good end cannot sanctify evil means; nor must we ever do evil, that good may come of it... We are too ready to retaliate, rather than forgive... And yet we could hurt no man that we believe loves us. Let us try then what love will do: for if men did once see we love them, we should soon find they would not harm us. Force may subdue, but Love gains: and he that forgives first, wins the laurel.
William Penn

Be patterns, be examples in all countries, places, islands, nations wherever you come; that your carriage and life may preach among all sorts of people, and to them; then you will come to walk cheerfully over the world, answering that of God in everyone...
George Fox

Friday, February 24, 2012

On to Cartagena

The hospitality in Antas rejuvenated me, and I had a day on a quiet road along the cliffs over the Mediterranean that lifted my spirits even further. I camped on a cliff with a nearby island full of raucous seagulls to keep me company, and the next day passed through a nice little city called Aguilas, which was preparing its Carnival festivities. I camped again in a solitary spot near Garrobillo. The next day had me feeling sorry for myself at times, as I couldn't find the road that was going to be my shortcut after getting through Sierra del Contar, and my knees hurt. But just as I was ready to throw a tantrum, like a madman in the desert, I came across the little beach village of Calnegre. I asked for water in a cafe, and the brothers that ran the place gave me not only water but salami sandwiches as well. It wasn't long before I was cursing again, however, as I couldn't find that other shortcut to Bolnuevo either, and when I did find it, after making some of my own shortcuts through greenhouse farms, it was a winding, rocky, up and down dirt road that, while beautiful so near the sea, was also arduous. When I reached Bolnuevo I continued walking in the dark through wealthy neighborhoods to Puerto de Mazarron, where I was hoping for my next couchsurfing host. Instead, the city hosted me with a parkbench and a 4 a.m. shower with its sprinkler system. In the early morning hours I had a revelation: that when I have reached Egypt, I will go home and devote my life to helping the homeless. There is a reason for our difficult times in life, I am convinced.
The next day I was happy again, walking along the coast, then through Sierra de la Muela to within ten kilometers or so of Cartagena, where I camped again, overlooking the city and the vast, populated plain to its north. Yesterday I arrived in the ancient town, and last night stayed with two very kind people, Maite and Ignacio.

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