Monday, June 28, 2010
How very true Viktor! While the British are terrified of meeting or (heaven forbid), making eye contact with a stranger, the Spanish love to meet and greet. I remember once trying to find my way to the top of a moorish watchtower. The path was non existent and the whole hillside was covered in thick bamboo. I'd been climbing for a few hours and thought I was probably the first person to visit the watchtower in ages. When I finally reached the top, there was a wall to climb over, and on the other side of the wall was an old woman with 5 goats. (That's her cortijo above, leaning at a beautiful angle).
There was no messing with formalities. We had a nice chat, I was offered an orange to eat and given directions on getting down safely. I considered the event to be surreal but my new friend never missed a beat, as if it was an everyday occurence.