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I never would have imagined that following the state road would lead me into this lush green world, surrounded by the scent of mimosa trees in July and the bright yellow of broom flowers standing out against the vibrant green of the woods!

The air is fresh, the sky crystal clear, and the wind blows erratically, like it’s dancing through the trees. I look at the mountains, their peaks standing tall in the distance, and I think about poetry. The sun moves toward the west, casting a warm glow over everything. There’s a quiet kind of peace in this moment, as if the landscape itself is offering a conversation, an invitation to slow down and listen.

How much knowledge, I wonder, can we truly gather just by moving through the world, by simply engaging in the act of traveling, of being present in each moment? There’s a kind of wisdom that comes not from seeking answers, but from the act of dialogue itself—the way the mountains speak through their silence, the trees through their fragrance, and the wind through its unpredictable gusts. Every step, every turn, every breath we take seems to be a small act of discovery. It’s not just the destination, but the journey itself that teaches us, that opens up new ways of seeing and understanding.

And in this quiet communion with the land, I realize: we are constantly learning, simply by moving, by being in tune with the rhythm of the earth and its many voices.