It is not over yet! For those who believe (like me) that the trip ended with the Interceltic Festival of Lorient. For those who has already given me the welcome back.
Sure, it took a couple of days to "cancel" psychologically eleven months. In the sense that as soon as I met these friends in the habit has prevailed.
It seemed to me to be started a few days before, as if nothing had changed. K I already said several times that everything comes back then, all the experiences you have to settle and then filtered back to the surface. However, during
this trip I learned to accept the transition from strangers, because they are often the key to open doors to amazing surprises.
unknown if these are a group of Asturian cider drinkers and musicians of bombs and gaita.
Then if they say you have a seat on their bus that travels in the night.
Of course you find yourself in less than no time out of the planned route.
Other times I have said that travel plans are made to be changed during construction. So nothing
Holland (as I had thought in the very first beat). No New York (as I had thought in secondissima joke, a flight back).
Asturias, cliffs, forests, parties of the country where the cider flows freely (and I promise you can have quite devastating effects).
Spain, the spiritual and material density close to that of a white dwarf.
Spain, from paths of pilgrims, from the Roman roads, the great cathedrals.
La ruta de la plata.
Oviedo
León (with the well-known Virgen del ¿Que quieres? )
Salamanca
Mérida, the ancient capital of Roman Lusitania
Finally (for now) to Seville.
Forty-five degrees Celsius.
a pleasure after the cold stored in other places.
But your feet are not tired yet.
k
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