At first I hated climbing! I was afraid of heights, plus the fact that I did not have enough strength in my arms and my hands were sore from scraping the rock. After a while, I decided to give it a second chance ... I realized that the beauty of this sport is not the physical action itself of climbing the mountain/rock but, instead, the psychological effect of it: I have a goal that I have to achieve, even if for that I have to fall and start again or make a last effort when I think that I can no more. On top of that, I get the change to discover beautiful places like this one (Serra da Arrábida, 7am)
Next level: climb without rope