This donkey indeed
Irrigated again With a blush on my cheeks, I must confess something. I’m back standing among the sprinklers… The cute donkeys I’ve encountered along the way are probably laughing, because a donkey doesn’t hit the… Lees meer…
Tag: Portugal
The trail provides
I am making an important decision What a wonderful night in my little tent on the schoolyard. It is completely silent, only occasionally the barking of a dog, but even the crickets are quiet. In… Lees meer…
Apple between my teeth
The comfort of the fog I wake up in the fog. Wonderful, it gives me a sense of security. I slept well, which I really needed. Soaking wet, I pack up my tent and walk… Lees meer…
How is it possible!
Restless night The spot by the river is fantastic. What peace, what a lovely view. The night, however, is less calm. Thunder, lightning, and hunger. I might as well take advantage of being awake and… Lees meer…
Sprayed
Heavy clattering water on my tent I wake up from a huge downpour. The water is clattering on my tent. The fabric is sagging. Strange, no rain was expected, but yes, the rain radar is… Lees meer…
The Twelve Village Trail
Sweltering and suffocating Even just in my boxer shorts and without a blanket over me, I’m barely making it through the night at the inn. I had somewhat forgotten, but Spaniards, and thus also Portuguese,… Lees meer…
