From Lorca,Sunday. I lost a day somewhere and was convinced it was Friday yesterday. I now know its Sunday today. Back to the blog. Starting in Zariquiegui on Saturday 24th. A creak of a bed , a whisper from a male American voice 'what time is it:, a whispered response from his American friend,' about 6 o' clock'.Else where in the room a rustle of a bag, the slide of a zip, a rucksack quietly opening. So the activity starts for the day. Some have little torches, we all fumble quietly in the dark until the last person is out of bed when the light can go on. Freshen up, dress, collect washing (still damp),strap to bag with camping washing line, mini croissant and cakey biscuit, at the bar downstairs conversation with others. I explain I
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