Five hours later I got out the car and calmness washed over me, admiring what stood before me. The monasteries appeared to be hanging from the sky. Meteora means "rocks in the air", an expression which perfectly described what I saw there, a series of sandstone rocks formed under the sea 30 million years ago, on which I could see several monasteries, which according to ancient Christian writings are "rocks sent by heaven to earth to allow the Ascetics to retire and pray." Beforehand there were more than twenty monasteries, of which at this time, only six are in use. And however much I stared at them I couldn’t imagine how they had managed to build those masses which seemed to form part of the mountains, as if they fit perfectly inside each other. Being there I felt like the Island of Cythera, pushed by the wind as described by Homer. Within a few seconds a gale had begun which blew my hair chaotically. At that moment the last words that Maika had said to me before I began this trip entered my mind. Harness the power of the wind to let go of what no longer belongs to you, and continue along your path less weighed down ... We already carry enough weight on our shoulders , even though we don’t think about it, the reality is that we are in the atmosphere, and this carries a weight. Even though we don’t notice it, there is around 250 kilos of air gravitating over our head. This force is known as atmospheric pressure. What does it remind you of? The truth is that I had heard that many times, and like so many other things, I wasn’t interested in knowing what it really meant. Every time you feel the wind on your face it means that a difference in pressure has occurred between two areas; the different pressure zones are shown on a map in isobars.
These are the parallel lines, which I’m sure you’ve seen more than once on a weather map with a capital A or B.
The word "isobar" comes from two Greek words: "iso" which means the same and "bar" which means heavy. Therefore, isobars are lines which unite points which have the same atmospheric pressure. The closer the isobars, the faster the wind speed. The further apart they are, the gentler it is. A kind monk interrupted my thoughts with a simple and universal gesture. Signalling with his hand he invited me to see one of the monasteries. These religious men are known as Meteors, who have dwelt in these impressive buildings for many years. And there I was, standing in a basket being hoisted by a pulley which lifted me up, swaying in the wind, which had miraculously changed from a gale to a breeze. "The isobars must be far apart" I thought, and there, in that vastness, ascending, like a small part of a whole, I wished that the abundance that exits in the Universe would accompany each one of us with every step we take. And what better way to pay tribute to the wind than this new casual, ultra-comfortable collection, to make your path easier wherever you go.