Santillana del Mar

I was lying in the gutter like an upturned beetle. My legs and arms were going ten to the dozen and I was laughing out loud at my situation.

How did I get here?

I was walking down a steep country road but I wasn't concentrating and hadn't noticed the edge of the road was uneven. Boom! I went into a slow motion fall. I've fallen over enough times to know that you have to go into a roll only this time I hadn't factored in my rucksack so my elbow took the force of my fall and I landed on my back and stayed there. I knew my legs were still in the road so I held them up. The dying fly from Tiswas springs to mind.

Eventually I realised I had to unclip my rucksack if I was going to get up but by then I had a crowd around me. I stopped laughing. I swear I hadn't seen anyone for ages and then I fall over and rentacrowd is on the scene. I was so embarrassed but everyone was lovely and I was on my way as quickly as my legs could carry me, which was very quick!

In Bilbao, I washed a pair of my woollen boxers in a washing machine without realising it was a washer/drier. Big mistake. I think they would fit a 7 year old now.

Photos - Jean-Paul Sartre said Santillana is the prettiest village in Spain, I wish I could capture it...I'm staying in a very old convent tonight...even I could catch a fish in this river...it was very foggy until 20am this morningRead more