The corner where I stayed was darkened by a shadow and a rush of warm air, as the only accomplice of that moment, wrapped me in a deep hug. A few second later the liveliness and spirit of that sea wave were interrupted by a voice and a hand breaking my personal silence: -Hello, I' m Manuel Vinas. -Juliet Paz, I dared to answer surprised and embarrassed" And a journey of the soul born in a Japanese Spring that blossoms as the cherry tree in Tokyo. Holy Sandals is the way of a women and man toward happiness.