Sixteen kilometers, there and back, to arrive to Cueva San Vicente. Sixteen kilometers among corn fields, then wood and precipice. Sixteen kilometers of sweat and effort. A new cave, found in this 2011 expedition, still to be explored and to be made part of this big dream.

But sixteen kilometers that make you happy, not only tired and give you emotions, not only aching muscles.

The cave, always interesting from the speleological, hydrogeological and ambiental point of view, is however secondary. The strangest thing is that in sixteen here I'm in front of these walls with the same hat.

A sign of destiny? A deja vu? A dream? maybe only a coincidence for a rationalist like me.

But this, among the trips made these years between these mountains and these people, conveys peace.

Finally I understand that stone, water and wood haven't changed in sixteen years. But I, in sixteen kilometers, understand that I'm older, that my time is different, faster, furious, perhaps wasted.

And I understand that these stones, water, wood can stabilize again this time so fast in a few kilometers of space.
I'll come back again. I will be older, they will be the same. Always in balance as the first time.

Thanks to them and to the friends of that time, who are still with me. To say this in the Tzozil language, "Kolavat" (=thanks).

Probably they will understand better in this language that have stayed with them along the centuries. And that now stays with me too...