Archive for April, 2018

  1. Going back home

    When I turned the corner and did not see the vintage bicycle belonging to Loureiro, the shoemaker who loved books and wines, leaning against the light pole in front of his shop, I thought I was out of luck. The unlikely, unusual hours of operation of his shop had become legendary in the small and […]

  2. The train station

    In the small and charming village located at the foot of the mountain that houses the monastery there is a centenarian train station. We were, Loureiro, the elegant shoemaker who loves wines and books, and I, seated on an ancient wood bench waiting for his niece. Her mother, one of the cobbler’s sister, had asked […]

  3. Hidden beauty

    In the morning, it was usual to find the Old Man, as we affectionately called the oldest monk of the Order, in the inner courtyard garden of the monastery, tending the flowers. Roses were his favorite, he devoted hours on end to care for them. Whenever possible, I enjoyed accompanying him and did it whenever […]

  4. The world mirrors your soul

    Grief was overpowering me when I entered the library of the monastery, to look for some reading that would lessen my soul’s distress. Seated in a comfortable armchair with a book on his lap, the Old Man, as we affectionately called the oldest monk of the Order, was gazing at the mountains through one of […]

  5. The amphora of humility

    I was back to the Himalayas. I had promised myself to return once a year to the Chinese village close to Tibet to study the Tao with Li Tzu. The only hostel in the village was always fully booked by students from all parts of the world eager to learn more about the ancient Tao […]