The Peacock 1541

"we are not going one single step further". I am almost yelling. Now I am breaking this spell, this curse that seems to have enveloped both of us, and I take the first step going up the trail, and the second. Jesús, defeated, slowly lags behind but he is following me just the same. "We are not going there Jesús. We are going home." Without one single further word between us we both trudge up the stairs. This is the Grand Staircase, and on our left there is a huge wooded embankmant full of ferns. We are both bagged from the climb of over three hundred steps once we reach the top.