What does it mean to be spiritual? What does it mean to be connected with your own ways? And what does it mean to look at yourself just as you’re about to set off on a pilgrimage into the unknown? I’ll tell you what it means to me. It means that I’m going to pack my favourite shoes, the leggings that I choose, a book I will never loose and a loaf of bread I will love to use.

Incidentally,  my pilgrimage took me by train to a small coastal town in Spain. The ride had blossomed with the charisma and smiles of my very lovely friend Lili, and the foot job started in a simple village called Tiana. It was so simple that each tile had it’s own altar.

I looked down at my feet and realised that they were in fact my very own crypt. Then as I began to walk through the luscious passage of fields that connected that village to it’s neighbouring vineyards, I saw that my very own legs were like the beautiful long aisle of the church that ran above the crypt and took life in a glorious fashion to the altar of my heart. That was the altar that showed me how to love the dark. It was a blue shade of sky that was next to the ocean but on a far greater high. I fell in love with the dizzying sunlight and below it all the creatures and vines that were complimenting it.

We happened to stop past a real altarpiece at the cemetery of Tiana where we enjoyed a great feast and talked of the will to live beyond our wildest dreams. As we thanked our ancestors for their support, we paid our respects and legged it down the hill to Alella.

That was the place we were destined to see because it gave my soul back to me. She radiated with prosperity. In all her grandeur,  she showed me what it was to live in a community, how it felt to never want to seek, the real meaning of feeding the weak and why I love to live at the beach.

We sat together in a square that was alive with a humour that was localised. It was there that we paid our dues with our daily bread and ordered some seafood because it made a good spread.

Some time had passed before we realised that it was he in fact, the saviour that made the best pact. The archangel of our life, Christ, that faught to take us home to our souls.

It was Easter weekend so he stayed with us in spirit. In his name we took a glimpse of the pretty baroque church and followed the tree lined streets that took us straight to the beach. When we arrived, it was clear to see what life was meant to be. It was not only for the shoes that we chose, but it was for the life of our dreams to be seen. It was for our grandfather’s to be pleased when they see us use our luxurious creams and it’s for the people to play and celebrate life in their own unique way.

And by the way, I love my body enough to treat it in it’s own precious way. That’s why I took the time to prey and thank Teresa Castells for yet another selection of cosmetics she gave away. This time I used an anti-cellulite and anti-inflammatory foam made of red seaweed. It was interesting to see how the shape of my thighs began to transform. After just a week, they had far less meat, and I felt utterly at peace.

I felt lighter that day and chose to end it by dancing away so it formed part of my life’s play.

Also just so you know, I don’t always dance so cool, usually I look much more of a fool. I’m joking of course and I urge you to follow your own nose, because it will take you into the unknown and show you something that you never could have known.

It was a pilgrimage to remember and what did I learn? It was for the heart to never be stern. It is in fact our lead, so follow it with compassion not with the need to heed.

We wish you your dreams to come true. Do it for you or do it for Christ, either way it will be very nice.

Love from Anneka, on behalf of Farmacia Barcelona