Tag: travel
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The River
This year I returned to Briançon, a small town nestled in a valley in the French Alps where I had stayed for a couple of weeks last summer. This place, resting between towering mountains and medieval fortresses, breathes a mystical, almost dreamlike air. When I arrived here last year, I befriended Pablo, a Spaniard who…
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The Flies
Something I noticed in this house in the south of France where I’m staying is that there’s a considerable number of flies. In every room, there are at least two buzzing around. I was told it’s because, not long ago, flocks of hundreds of sheep passed through the area. One thing I didn’t know about…
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Day 4 – The Fall
I wake up at 6:40 a.m., even before the alarm goes off. I feel refreshed. We get the bikes ready and set off. As we pedal out of town, Argos tells me he can’t believe I’m not wearing a helmet. I should mention I have one packed, but I’ve been wearing a hat to avoid…
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Epilogue
Despite not having it well planned, renting the bike for a random number of days, making an arbitrary guess about where to start, and “losing” the first day by starting on the wrong Camino. Despite leaving quite late on the second day after taking a train to Pamplona and ending up in Burgos, things worked…
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Día 4 – La caída
Despierto a las 6:40 a.m., incluso antes de que suene la alarma. Me siento fresco. Preparamos las bicis y partimos. Mientras pedaleamos para salir del pueblo, Argos me dice que no puede creer que no esté usando casco. Cabe mencionar que tengo uno guardado, pero he estado usando sombrero para no quemarme. Argos me advierte…
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Epílogo
A pesar de no tenerlo bien planeado, de rentar la bici por un número aleatorio de días, de hacer un cálculo arbitrario sobre dónde empezar y de “perder” el primer día por iniciar en el Camino equivocado. A pesar de partir bastante tarde el segundo día por tomar un tren hacia Pamplona y terminar en…
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