A Sunday ago (at the end of my roller coaster ride), I went on a sendero (hike) with a group of Couchsurfers in the region of Las Alpujarras in the area called Paterno de Rio. I was happy to have an adventure planned my first weekend home in Roquetas to share with friends and new folks. A chance to meet more cool people? I’m in. So in. And who knew? Why did I think I had meet all the couch sufers in this region?! Lucky me, I hadn’t. It was a beautiful yet overcast day and I was happy to be outside. It was cold, real cold. Though the sun shines brightly almost everyday, I’m still surprised at how cold it gets… Sun doesn’t always= warm.
Very happy to bring my pair of trainers to Spain (or tennis shoes, as we call them in the states and if I’m not playing tennis…), What good timing!
Jessica tells me the night before, ” it’s 12 kilometers (7+- miles). ” I didn’t read past, “Who wants to go for a hike this Sunday? Sign up and add your name to the list” Yup. Hikes and I aren’t the best of friends but my philosophy in life is, especially living abroad is “Always say yes,” I find it fulfilling, exciting, encouraging, fun and unexpected. I rarely regret my decision or wish I stayed home.
Our day in photos:
I don’t think the hunters really liked that 13 folks were making extra noise while there 10+ starving* dogs sniffed for wild boars. Another group of hunters had killed 2 wild boars and there dogs had blood shot eyes, seemed anxious and underfed. Fellow friends explained, the hunters likely hadn’t fed the dogs for the last several days so the dogs would be on high alert to find and kill!
Hot cocoa or as they call it here: ColaCao (there hot chocolate brand)
Santiago, couchsurfer who drove us, had remembered I had said I baked a pumpkin and made soup and the seeds were still in the oven, while snacking on sunflower seeds… and then he jokingly said something along the lines of, “So, if we have dinner at your house, What did you say about the soup?
And because I love cooking and feeding people… Of course they came over, despite being exhausted.
The beauty of having home made soup sitting in the fridge, waiting for company and tired bodies, to need nourishment for the body and the soul.