Torresillas
June 16th 2007 So the bus drops us off at 2 in the morning, and we stand on a dark, deserted road, clouded in bitingly cold fog, surrounded by trees, toliets, bags etc. What do we do? Apparently there was supposed to be a car to pick us up. The student who´s home this is, Betsabe (i think that is how you spell her name, if not apologises), runs off into the night to look for someone to take us to her house.
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