Since I last posted I attended Las Fallas in Valencia where sleep was a hot commodity. Then after Fallas I walked 40km over two days and this time I knew it equalled 25 miles.
We started as four on the first day. An hour into the walk Nathan had to bow out, much to his disappointment. Kieran, Jane, and I continued on until we were just outside San Jose. We took a dip in the cold Mediterranean, and set up camp on a random beach where we slept through a sandstorm. The next morning we walked to San Jose for breakfast, then onward to Las Negras.
The day was hot and I cursed every step I took. Finally we arrived at a beach and I was still pissed. I took another dip in the Mediterranean and as night fell our plans changed. The next morning at 5 we would wake up then in the dark make our way to Las Negras. Mind you, we were walking at the top of the cliff (in fog no less) in the dark. Somehow we made our way to the bus stop with time to spare.
The next few days were a whirlwind. I was in some town outside of Cadiz then onto Los Canso de Mecca for a much needed break. We (Nathan, Edurne, et al) had a complex there and walked along the coast of southern Spain. Afterwards I was invited to go to Tarifa, Granada, and Santa Pola with Edurne's friend's brother Guillermo.
La Alhambra in Granada is unreal. We got in line at 7 in the morning and the line was already at least 150 people deep. At around nine we got our tickets and walked around the last Moorish stronghold in Spain. Pictures soon.
Santa Pola was completely chill as breakfat was at 11am, lunch at 3 or 4, siesta, and dinner at 10 or 11. Life is difficult sometimes.
I'm back in Madrid at Nathan and Edurne's and have been told I'm to stay until at least next Monday.
Hasta luego
Viet
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