First night in Spain
May 4th 2009 "Can you hear that?" Hannah's voice whispered at me from the cocoons of her sleeping bag. "No" I monotoned back through folds of sleep. In truth I thought I had heard something, but was too sleepy to care that we were about to be eaten alive by foreign beasties. "Don't go back to sleep Joel, there's definitely something out there." That time I definitely heard it too, a wet and warm snuffle an
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