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Trip 2711.2

In the morning I walked up the hill and around the castle and fortifications, everything was all very wet and green, water dripping out of stone ceilings, moss growing everywhere.

I was sitting and thinking of all the little things I’ve seen, things I probably haven’t written down, things I’ll probably forget…

  • the goat giving birth in the pouring rain, with the farmer standing by.
  • the giant slug on the road
  • the little boy on a bike that I raced in Portugal
  • the storks, the little snake crossing the road, the road-kill toads and owls.
  • the lack of public toilets, and subsequent piles of shit and paper at every castle and monument through the country
  • the amazing number of monastries and convents, had me wondering how many people lived outside of them!

Where?

San Sebastian.