Probably it seems to be exaggerated, I only have been two months without being able to climb and the title gives to thinking that I begin to walk along the vertical for the first time. But really it is the way that I feel. In the moment that I knew that I had to do an obligated rest the walls came above me and the hours, the minutes, the second … were eternal. I had so many ideas and so many thing to do …to want and not to be able … uf!

This Saturday I have returned to give my first steps I the vertical after having suffered this fatal break of “triangular fibro cartilage ", this small meniscus of the wrist that so much the physiotherapeutic are afraid of. Since my physio is already an expert.

Well, so this Saturday I went to Baldegobia and I enjoy the hot afternoon held in a few pieces of rock. In that moment the happiest woman of the world … I! The routes taste like the best honey in the world, my fathers one. “We need nothing to be happy" I thought to myself looking at my climbing friend.

I have to recognize that overcoming this injury has been one of the hardest things which I have faced in this fleeting period of experiences that I have lived till now. But on the other hand I have had time to think and to think from the distance how lucky I have been and I am for knowing this world of climbing and for having savoured the treasures that it hides.