Many years ago, after a resolute battle, I conquered Acher’s Castle.
It was exhausting but it was worth it. The Castle appeared impregnable with its high vertical stone walls, so imposing. The view from below was gorgeous but pretty scary. I wasn’t sure about my forces. I had had a serious wound in my leg and this was my first campaign after healing. It hurt pretty much , but I protected the bad leg to resist the long and tiring walks thru the hills towards the castle up there dominating the scene. My companions were in good health, refreshed and more experienced.
I began to advance with the first group but they wer running too fast so I ended with the rear group, but I reached the goal. I climbed the Castle’s stone walls and I conquered the top of the mountain. Because that was the Acher’s Castle: a mountain in the Pyrenees, really gorgeous. I had to battle against my weakness, the pain in my leg and my weapons were the power of will and the proud we all have.
At the top of the mountain, we enjoyed of beautiful sights. I felt the like I queen of the world. At the same time I felt how little and insignificant was I in the middle of that immensity and power of nature. But too soon we saw fog approaching so we had to get down very quickly, running and jumping. An experienced mountaineer thought me. I learned that day how to do it. I arrived safe and sound to the shelter with my knees shaking but really satisfied about my first experience in the mountain after my operation in my leg.