A surprisingly warm evening in late March. Water, food, friends and some blankets. A stunning sunset, and the sound of slow wind in the pine trees. It feels just like going to the beach… in Segovia.
The playlist in my headphones has long ended. I slowly float back from the blurry trance I was in. Traveling by bus or train always get me into that state, for some reason. I look out the window. It’s pitch black. Nothing but the road, and the moon in the distance. I notice the bus slowing down and taking a detour. Eventually, it stops by a gas station. Break time.
“As an explorer, your body needs to be ready.” Crouching in the edge of a vast crop field, I write this quote in my field notebook as I struggle to catch my breath. I just had the brilliant idea of running down the valley and up again to the other side. But I can’t completely stop yet, or I’m going to miss the sunset. To my left, crowning a little