• Michael SpiesThe Spirit flies againMichael Spies
    The churches are locked, also for pilgrims, at least someone User them. Storks looking after their babies
    When I hit this river I had no Idea what to do. Then this man came down from the village and rowed me over andWater everywhere! All fields are floldedJoe the crab, didn't like me walking g along his path, or should I say lake!Flooded patjsFlooded paths

    Everything wet!

    27 апреля 2021 г., Португалия ⋅ ⛅ 15 °C

    My clothes are wet, my shoes Squish with every step, the paths are flooded, the bushes are wet and my spirit is down. I am sick and tired of being wet, and I'm sick and tired of being alone! I want to talk, I want to cuddle,
    Being alone is starting to hit Home and is accentuated by permanent thunderstorms every hour.
    Usually I walk 4-5 km/hr. Today I am doing 1 km/hr. The paths are so flooded that have to take my shoes off to progress, or walk through the thorny bramble bushes on the side, ripping my skin and clothes. It is a nightmare.
    I decided to go to Alcacer do sal and stay there to dry out.    Читать далее

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