And he gave the boy his blessing. The boy could see in his father's gaze a desire to be able, himself, to travel the world a desire that was still alive, despite his father's having had to bury it, over dozens of years, under the burden of struggling for water to drink, food to eat, and the same place to sleep every right of his life. The horizon was tinged with red and suddenly the sun appeared. The boy thought back to that conversation with his father, and felt happy' he had already seen many castles and met many women(but none the equal of the one who awaited him several days day hence). He owned a jacket, a book that he could trade for another, and a flock of sheep. But most important, he was able every day to live out his dream. Ih he were to tire of the Andalusian fields, he could sell his sheep and go to sea. By the time he had had enough of the women, and other chances to be happy. I couldn't have found God in the seminary, he thought, as he looked at the sunrise. Whenever he could, he sought out a new road to travel. He had never been to that ruined church before, in spite of having traveled through those parts many times. The world was huge and inexhaustible' he had only to allow his sheep to set the route for a while, and he would discover other interesting things. The problem is that they don't even realize that they're walking a new road everyday. They don't see that the fields are new and the seasons change. All they think about is food and water.