European Tour Day 37: Resting on the wall after hitting it
Day 37, April 5.
Didn’t get much sleep last night. Room wasn’t the greatest. Unpleasant odor. But it was better than being on the streets, so I’m not complaining.
I got up early and walked past many people who did sleep on the streets to catch the 7:00 train to Valencia. There I had about 40 minutes before I had to catch the train to Xeraco at another train station 15 minutes away, so I quickly checked to see if I could book a train reservation from Madrid to Porto, Portugal for later in the trip, and found, to my shock, that there were no seats left, nor for any alternative days anywhere close. Bummer! Not sure what to do because I’m running out of money earned after having to pay through the nose to leave Catania.
When I arrived in Xeraco (which I had to be totally alert for because this train announced no stops and gave people very little time to get on an off and my big bag was in a rack over someone else’s head) Amanda had said she might be late so I lay down on top of a wall with my head on my backpack and I suddenly felt more peace than I had felt on my entire trip. I had been running, running, giving, giving, then sick, sick and now it was like, Whewwwwwwwwwwwww. It was so gorgeous out and I just lay baking in the sun.
Amanda arrived with her friend, Sarah, almost an hour later—car trouble—to drive me to her house in the gorgeous town of Javea. I could live here.
She had to run—she is always running—to run a dream catcher-making workshop, so I just cooled my heels for the rest of the day, took a very relaxing hot bath, started reading Elsie Spittle’s book, Beyond Imagination and loving the feeling of it. Did a laundry—the day was exactly what I needed.
I took Amanda out to dinner that night for total appreciation (especially because I was here two days earlier than planned), and sitting at an outside table looking out over the Mediterranean Sea, first in the sunlight, then dusk, then sunset, then the lights in the dark, with a Stan Getz-type saxophone player playing beautiful, mellow, soft jazz in the background, great conversation—it was an absolutely gorgeous evening.
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