It was my first time in Fontainebleau. At the beginning of this season I said to myself that this year I will visit this place for sure and finally I found a great company and we drove together from Ljubljana to Paris by multivan. We stayed for one week and we climbed a lot. I admit that my biggest challenge was to adapt to this easy routine, without any "military discipline" that I am used to have at home. Here it was everything so easy and slow. Well, a good training for me to be patient, but at the end of the week I got used to it so much that it was hard to come back!

I enjoyed climbing a lot. It was so much different than granite. And I remember first day when I couldn't climb one 6b boulder. I just couldn't come over the boulder. But it was so fun. I didn't care about the grades, I came there for one special reason and that was learning how to climb in Font and to get more precise feelings on the wall. But we also tried some 8a, also one really nice one called "les beaux quartiers". I just followed the guys and came under this beautiful boulder line. I instantly fell in love with it. I tried it couple of times but it was so hard and it was so hot. I said to myself that it was a good training.

Then came the last night and we had a night session climbing. And in one moment I realize how my thoughts go back to that boulder line. I felt that feeling in my heart that I need to go back once again to try it one more time. Before I slept there was a full moon and I felt it, because I couldn't sleep very well. I was in the middle of sleeping and dreaming about "les beaux quartiers". Every move. Even though I did not make all the moves, I believed that I could do them. I felt that.

In the morning I woke up and I was so full of energy that I cannot explain. We went there and I warmed up, but because we were "on easy", we were not so early as we first planed to be and there was sun already quite hot. But I didn't mind about that. I knew that I will be satisfied with myself only if I won't have any excuses and I will just climb and give my best from myself with faith that I can do it. Couple of tries I fell just on the last move, but then I notice that 3 millimeters more left there is a right position for me. And I started. I felt every detail of my body, every touch of my fingers on the wall, every finger on my feet, and I climbed without mercy. One, two, three, and I was over it! I sent it! And I was soooo happy!!! Mostly because I believed. I believed in myself and in the fact that nothing can stop me!