Javier, another expeditionary from Málaga, explains what he experienced as follows:
A couple of months ago I was proposed to make the Pass of the Pyrenees, emulating the route that in November 1937 St. Josemaría made with a group of young people in order to leave the so-called red zone, and meet with other members of Opus Dei in the safe area and continue with the necessary work of expansion that of the Work.
When they proposed the trip, without hesitation I accepted, but with the certainty that it would be difficult for me to really go due to my professional commitments.
Surprisingly and as the date was approaching, I had no professional commitments and I had no excuses to reject the plan. On the other hand, my desire to start "walking" through these Pyrenean increased.
On June 24 I arrived at Pallerols with great enthusiasm, as well as with the firm intention of taking advantage of every minute of the experience.
Our group from Málaga was joined to another group of young people from Valencia, with whom we quickly became friends despite the age difference.
The journey is hard, there is no easy stage and the heat of each day made each stage even harder. But in spite of feeling fatigue I felt a happiness that is not usual.
As the stages progressed or as the climb became harder, I could not get rid of the hardships that S. Josemaría and his companions had to go through, how in the middle of the night, without means or the slightest comforts, they advanced along the same roads but in conditions that did not resemble mine at all. I was not able to complain!
All the way toke us to think, meditate and to ask us questions such as What is God asking me to do with the life he gave me?
The path became not a walk through nature, but a journey into myself, a journey into that silence that I need so much in my day to day, an experience of the Peace of the Lord.
Perhaps that was the reason why as the days went by, I was tired but happy. Maybe that's why the concerns I brought on June 24 were disappearing every day. I was aware that it was Jesus himself who had brought me to Pallerols, taking my hand, to live this experience.
The feeling of happiness when we arrived in Andorra, the emotion of praying a prayer to Our Lady in the last meadow, already in Andorran lands, did nothing but increase my desire to repeat the experience and to convince others to come and live it. I promise I will son return to Pallerols with my children.
Finally we finished the trip in the Sanctuary of Torreciudad, where despite of being closed to the public, the Rector guided us through the inside and we were able to give thanks to Our Lady.
Now sitting in front of my computer and carefully reviewing the experiences lived in the past days, I come to the conclusion that all what, those who made that trip more than eighty years ago, lived was heroic. They themselves were perhaps not aware of what they were doing, but it is clear that the title of the book "Dream and your dreams will fall short" is totally providential.
At this point, I'm sure that the experience has been a real gift that the Lord gave me, nothing has been casual. If the path taken in 1937 by St. Josemaría was heroic, it was not because they wanted so, but because God did, because the Work and everything that would come later on is really God's.