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... so headed off ( while J sought some needed rest before her three days of conference concentrations) having sought guidance via the Internet to a relatively close Laundromat that seemed about a 10 or 15 minute walk away. En route I stumbled upon a noisy and colourful procession I can only assume is part of the whole Catalonia celebrations that seem to be forefront in the local minds. This was colourful and noisy with large caricature figures of people (at a guess, and ...
... a real feeling of being amongst the community.
The only issue although pretty minor was that our host a sweet old lady called Maria didn't speak a lick of English so for the next few days she got to enjoy some of the poorest pronounced Spanish and a healthy amount of google translate communication.
Finally in Barcalona we decided to go for a walk to check out the community and indulge in something we had been pining for, Tapas & ...
With a full day in Barcelona due to an early train in, we had plenty of time to explore our local area, I have already managed to get waxed, in itself an effort to explain to three giggling Spanish ladies who spoke no English, my little game of charades seemed to work a treat though, I'm elephant fresh. The next day we decided to check out the beach, not quite up to Australian standards, we had gone out of town ...
... rowdy for me. I called it a night, and took a cab back with one of the guys from the group I had been hanging out with the past few days.
"You know, you're a really cool girl. Easy to hang out with."
"Thanks man. You too."
"It's alright that you don't put out. You know, you're really chill. So even though you won't **** my friend, you're cool."
We got back at about 4 AM, and I was pretty upset by how the night ...
... the company of people who have all made it through so underestimated our achievement but this made it real. We stopped at many of the towns we'd been through previously but it took until after 4.30 to get past them. We also went under the pedestrian bridge leading into Astorga that we cursed as it doubled back on itself so many times to get high enough above the lines. There was even a pilgrim walking over that bridge when we went through.
The wheat, grapes and ...