We are at 2200 meters altitude and move at a maximum speed of 16 kilometers per hour towards Puigcerdà. The sun shines directly overhead and the shadow of the 25 meters that measure globe fabrics black color paints the mountains and valleys we passed. The peace and tranquility that is perceived from the balloon contrasts sharply with the intense emotions that live in the mountains where surely some skiers take advantage of the last snow of the season. It has been almost one and a half and it's time to land. I have no desire to go down, I swear I would for hours imitating the flight of birds in the sky poetic. We started to lose altitude slowly, without haste. A spring green meadow in the vicinity of Sanavastre is the landing stage. The basket hit softly on the grass. All over. The dream is gone in a few moments. Now all that remains is the memory of the photos to immortalize the experience.