Manuel has been preparing this trip for months. He wants to document the path to make it more accessible to the walkers who come after us. I asked if I could come along. I want to capture this journey through my camera lens, to turn what we are about to experience into a lasting testimony.
“It’s not your eyes that worry me, Amalia,” Manuel keeps telling me.
Three days left until our departure. I took a pregnancy test today. The little sign on it turned green. I can’t even begin to process this news. Manuel and I have been talking about it all day, trying to make a decision, getting nowhere. Can we be parents? What will we do tomorrow? Are we prepared? What about this trip we’ve been planning for months? Our questions multiply and hang in dark places.
One day left until departure. We come to an agreement: we’re going to start walking. We need to start walking. It’s the only decision we’ve reached. What would be the point of canceling? This adventure was meant to take us beyond our own experience. It’s about disproving the idea that the Canary Islands are just beaches. How unfair it would be to the mountains to forever be ignored, even by us. I hope our answers will come along the way.
Photography. Amalia Márquez and Manuel Federico
Words. Leti Sala