This book is written in the form of a Diary for my daugther Ana, when I travelled to Peru in 2006, to celebrate my 35th birthday on top of Machu Picchu, a sacred place to me. Where doctors told me I would never be able to go, when I was diagnosed with leukemia at twelve years old.
This is my tribute to all the free souls that reach their dreams, no matter what. My free gift to you.
Here begins a journey. Within a journey. Within a journey. Within a journey. Within a journey. Within the Great Journey, that has taken 23 years to arrive. Initiated in the depths of the cave and concluded on the crest of the mountain – one of so many crests which remain to be travelled.