Awoke to the sound of blood curdling screams. Full of adrenaline, I stumbled to the window and frightfully peered out. Cat’s fighting over discarded bread! Mangy, flee bitten, uncared-for mongrel’s. I love cats, but these homeless vermin reeked disease. Like Dog’s in Mexico, cats litter the streets of this little Spanish town. (It seems strange that even with so may cats, last night I could hear the squeaking of rats.) Now awake, I made my way into the shower. Curious! Instead of knobs there were water saving push buttons… one for hot and one for cold. This proved to be an ineffective design. Scalding hot or freezing cold and no room to dodge the fire or ice. Trying to block while simultaneously hitting buttons definitely saved water because you wanted to get out as fast as possible. Had coffee but was unable to eat the white bread that was offered at the hostal, so I headed out for the days walk. The first stretch - 15 km along fenced highway… Relatively bla… but the most beautiful songbirds played a melody with the rising sun. They danced, circled, and darted in and out of their clay burrows. After an hour I was hungry and came across an dying apple tree with one small apple… I rummaged through my pack and found a tin of sardines I have mustered up the courage to eat yet. Surprisingly, they were both satisfactory and I didn’t think about food anymore. After 2 hours trekking, it was time to “give back the coffee”. Unfortunately, on the side of a fenced highway with knee high grass there is just nowhere to whiz. So you wait for a lull in the traffic and just do it, (girls too). You hear cars go by and know they are staring, it feels wrong but there isn’t much alternative. Just close your eyes and let this moment pass, (along with the traffic). The trail eventually veers off highway into farmland. Freshly tilled and manured soil. Despite the picturesque landscape there comes a certain mileage each day that the body just aches… I know when this limit is reached as my “swear ratio” increases. Last night there were breadcrumbs in my bed from the previous occupant. Afraid of contracting bed bugs I awoke and put on all my cloths. Paranoid, I felt like every sight itch was a bed bug biting me and drove myself mad. I must rent a hotel tonight. I’ll be alone… but I’ll sleep.
Posted on: Thu, 24 Oct 2013 05:59:12 +0000
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