A few days after leaving the beach, I was in the foothills of the Pyrenees on the Spanish side. Pamplona was in my rear view mirror, half an hour behind me, when I saw an interesting sign.
I had bypassed the city. I’m not really one for sightseeing, I prefer to spend time in a place and soak it up but that’s kind of difficult with a van. I’m also paranoid about leaving it anywhere where there are lots of people. It contains basically everything I own!
A couple of brown tourism signs flashed by as I trundled along on the motorway, something about a Roman villa and also a viewpoint. I suddenly remembered that I wasn’t in a hurry, and was in the middle of some pretty spectacular scenery, so I took the next exit and almost immediately found myself on a dirt road to my next campsite.
I stayed three days and was naked the whole time. I explored the ruins of a pretty substantial Roman villa perched above a beautiful valley that had probably been in continuous cultivation for 2,000 years. I watched the condors soaring above and took the time to read up about them. I charged my batteries, and was finally inducted into my uni course. I have to figure out how I’m going to do the assignments, which devices I’m going to use, how to manage my workflows. It’s interesting.
If only they would get their shit together so that I receive my student finance! It’s getting really stressful, although I’m fairly confident it will get sorted eventually. I just want to get it done so I can relax, but the bureaucracy doesn’t give a fuck and there’s always a niggling doubt. I can’t ignore the possibility that somebody somewhere has fucked up and I won’t ever receive the money I’m counting on.
Ho hum! It sucks to be me, hanging out in the sunshine with nothing to do but be creative. 😎