A different waiting room. The one in Lleida has a view of the world outside and a toasted cheese and bacon sandwich vending machine. I wait for an hour and then walk out. Fuck it. I will look at my armpit later and decide for myself if it needs further treatment or not.
I arrive at Tremp two hours early and finish off my shiitaki mushroom pate (I can hear you drooling Mango!) before heading over to the usual rendezvous point: Bar Miami, to wait for G.
I’m very tired. I put my tent up last night on a disused patch of land in Lleida, but lay awake most of the night thinking I heard footsteps or the nearby house was on fire. Wild camping is better with two people I think.
I’m starting to get annoyed with people constantly asking why I’m traveling alone, if I’m not scared, telling me it’s dangerous, that I’m very brave. I’m sick of people offering lifts because they fancy me. I’m developing a strong dislike for the word “guapa”.
Is this hitchhiking burnout? Or am I just sick of traveling alone for now? It’s just as well I’ll be spending the next month in one place, with people I love and trust and who allow me to be myself. I have only been to Ecodharma twice before, but it feels like coming home.
I’m not sure how much I’ll be writing over the next month. Internet is sketchy up in the mountains, I’ll be working a lot as we’re building a house and I would like to spend my free time hanging out with people, meditating and writing other stuff. Plus my trapeze is up there!
I will check in every now and then and my adventures will resume in a few weeks.