The jacket had a purpose, and so did the boy. His purpose in life was to travel and after two years of walking the Andalusian terrain, he knew all the cities of the region. He was planning on this visit, to explain tot he girl how it was that a simple shepherd knew how to read. That he had attended a seminary until he was sixteen. His parents had wanted him to become a priest, and thereby a source of pride for a simple farm family. They worked hard just to have food and theology. But ever since he had been a child, he had wanted to know the world, and this was much more important to him than knowing God and leaning about man's sins. One afternoon. on a visit to his family, he had summoned up the courage to tell his father that he didn't want to become a priest . That he wanted to travel. "People from all over the world have passed through this village, son," said his father. They come in search of new things but when they leave they are basically the same people they were when they arrived. They climb the mountain to see the castle, and they wind up thinking that the past was better than what we have now. They have blond hair, or dark skin but basically they're the same as the people who live right here". "But I's like to see the castles in the towns where they live," the boy explained. Those people, when they see our land, say that they would like to live here forever," his father continued. "Well, I'd like to see their land, and see how they live," said his son. The people who come here have a lot of money to spend, so they can afford to travel, his father said. Amongst us, the only ones who travel are the shepherds. Well, then I'll be a shepherd!" His father said no more. The next day, he gave his son a pouch that held three ancient Spanish gold coins. I found these one day in the fields. I wanted them to be a part your inheritance. But use them to buy your flock. Take to the fields and someday you'll learn that our countryside is the best and our women the most beautiful.