go to site Alone in the mountains in Spain, there is much opportunity to be silent. There is a stillness too that is almost tangible.
http://cougars-rencontres.fr/?fityue=rencontre-amoureuse-extraordinaire&677=ed Today for four hours I was walking and running along the sandy, rocky, stony tracks and up steep steep climbs; while rain clouds gathered and swirled, dark blue, grey and low about the mountain tops.
go here I ran through wet misty air, all alone, no-one else; the sweeping grandeur all about….
enter There was a rustle in the trees – and suddenly just in front of me appeared a wild boar, followed closely by three more… Across my path and down the steep mountain side they went. I was very near them, shiny black robust – and then they were gone.
forex evi Later I drank coffee in the little bar where I had begun my day with coffee too… The circle complete. Spanish voices telling me about wild boar – jabalí… I understood most, but not all of the conversation; lending itself to the dream like quality of my time here in the Alpujarras…