The morning is sunny, not a cloud looming over the horizon. We deploy fabrics in a field next and propane burners begin to flood the interior of these hot air. Slowly the huge yellow ball is taking shape to fill of 9,000 cubic meters of air that can fit inside, while the basket starts moving as if in a hurry to start flying. Untie the ends of the cords that bind us to the ground firmly and gently began to rise. A slight tingling fills your soul as if to trasmitirte you are living an amazing experience and it will live inside you forever. The wind is soft and flew with the same grandeur as do the golden eagles not far from where we are.