Retortillo de Soria.
cold morning that they leave.
warms me a bit, seeing a father who prepares her child for attitude bike. Dark glasses, helmet, skates. I greet the little secret, that makes me "hello" with his hand.
I go on the pitch Carracas and then off on a road with no wind at crazy speeds between 30 and 50 kmh.
So fast that I almost exemplary male Fajano castyllano beak on the snout. But it would end a proud both to be avoided.
Castylla is the heart of the gold in the vast expanses of mown hay and sunflowers never tire of seeking the Light.
Arrival at night without a place to sleep, but three guys turn on and find me a hotel at km 137 of the day (3 marathons!).
I thank them warmly, "I remember you at Fatima." "No, Recuerda el nuestro Pueblo."
I smile at them. And this great Spain, who adopted me.
warms me a bit, seeing a father who prepares her child for attitude bike. Dark glasses, helmet, skates. I greet the little secret, that makes me "hello" with his hand.
I go on the pitch Carracas and then off on a road with no wind at crazy speeds between 30 and 50 kmh.
So fast that I almost exemplary male Fajano castyllano beak on the snout. But it would end a proud both to be avoided.
Castylla is the heart of the gold in the vast expanses of mown hay and sunflowers never tire of seeking the Light.
Arrival at night without a place to sleep, but three guys turn on and find me a hotel at km 137 of the day (3 marathons!).
I thank them warmly, "I remember you at Fatima." "No, Recuerda el nuestro Pueblo."
I smile at them. And this great Spain, who adopted me.
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