There are gypsies living under the bridge and along the river. This time I decide not to be afraid of them. Actually it's not me, it's my mother who is terrified by them. I just feel uncomfortable in their presence as I remember what gypsies have done to my mother and my niece when they were young ... Although those kind of people you'll find in every culture, so I'm being quite unfair here.
This time I see a gypsy man in his 50's riding a horse. What a beautiful horse it was! I asked the man for permission to take a picture. We talked a bit. Well...he talked. I understood only one word - the name of the village nearby. So I was just saying – sisissi... To make it clear, I haven't learned a word before going not because of disrespect. Just wanted to extra challenge myself (also the reason I haven't trained before, didn't walk-in my shoes and haven't got a map:-)). Besides you learn lots of words already the first day.
It was a nice long walk along the river with a lots of horses watching you...the thing which made me sad is that they all are very skinny and tied with the very short rope, so they just stand there. When I think of it, all the happiness disappears and I want to cry...But there I stopped and talked to them. :-)
After couple of kilometers I almost lost for the first time. The arrows disappeared. What you need to do is just keep going, most of the times it's the right choice. Once you start doubting - you really lost. So I went back, then changed my mind again, turned and kept walking straight forward. It was a right choice after all, but I lost almost half an hour and some energy.
Cotton fields... never saw it before. I remember from my childhood that there are a lot of cotton fields in Uzbekistan. So it was quite a surprise to see them in Spain!
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