I wasn’t sure if i’d get to climb here. I didn’t have any climbing gear, no shoes, no harness, no ropes, no experience climbing outdoors, in fact. But after I ran down from the mountain, I spotted a neon dot on the cliff behind the bridge in Omis, Croatia. That’s a climber, let’s see what’s going on, I told myself. I ended up befriending the climbers, and they were kind enough to allow me to climb with them and learn from them. It is meditation in motion, I think. On the rock you think of nothing else but the next hold to grab onto, the next rock to balance the tip of your shoe on. It’s like a dance, where every move is calculated and completely precise because you fear not reaching your goal as much as you fear falling.