The Priestess (The Way in marked cards #1)
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“ In time you will, but it must be soon, because if I will like the painting, I will send to Italy within 15 days...”
“ I will try!”
They went home and the next morning, Isadora call to Giovanni.
“ Hello Giovanni, the combined value we send in the bank for you yesterday and was sent the fax with proof of payment and copy of our passports.”
“ Okay, I received, I will make for an extension within two days, and I will send one fax for you.”
“ I want the original document.” - Isadora said.
“ Rest assured, you will receive the copies, the originals I will give for you personally. When you come to Madrid ?” - Giovanni said, friendly.
“ I'll have this information later. Are you in Madrid?”
“ Yes, I am. Tell me the day that you will come, and we arranged to meet, then, I give to you the original documents.”
“ Deal! ... Thank you!” - Isadora said.
When off the phone felt a strange sensation, a voice saying not to trust in this man, but still upheld its decision. She thought in Ana and Priscilla, who seemed serious girls, and the documents seem legal and legitimates. John, the manager of the coffee shop also had good references from the lawyer.
“ I haven't reason to worry ... maybe I am sabotaging myself. ” – she thought.
In that day, she left early of the coffee shop, and go walk around the city. The day was overcast and the breeze touching softly her face, and while walking, feeling her heart comfortable and happy. Passed along the narrow streets and, when see the church that had passed another day,she stand observing the arrow that attracting your eyes like a magnet. The sweet and soft voice was manifested:
"Pay attention on this arrow. It is the indication of the way that you need to follow. This is the way of the signals... "The Way to Santiago!"
Isadora stood there for some minutes , thinking about those words. She looked around and don´t see anyone. The streets were totally deserted and there was only her, your thoughts and the arrow. She looked at the sky and observed the contrast the rays of the sun that cross into the gray clouds, and the light coloring was impressing that afternoon. Isadora smiled seeing that wonderful landscape, imagining like God seemed playing with his brush and paints on the screen of universe, changing the color tone and contrast in brightness.
In far, she see the green hill and the beautifull landscape. Admired, with one sense of peace and happiness, looked at the horizon and all that scenery, and said to herself:
"Yes ... That's it! ... I'll search what it calls me!