tierradenadie wrote:firts time.... first-times are still
last entry covered =first=... first times.
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when was the last time you got a hair-cut right next to a frolic river while bathing sun?
lets go step by step. respectively lets pedal crank by crank.
mmm - what a day that yesterday.
woke up to teasing sun&shine and decide to dismount the o-beloved mountains up here and to mount the horse to go down to posada [in spitting distance of the o-beloved sea]. its a bit an ugly place but one finds a lot of stuff that one cant dig up down in our valley in cabrales - down in arenas. like dijon mustard and nutritional yeast and coco flakes etc.
its a good bike-ride. up and down for an hour and half - mostly down though -- the real hammer[ing] is the way back up into the mountains. with a rucksack full of goodies. so add on the drag of luxury... like the 11eurohandblender i found in an hardwarestore [works just fine with the solar-kit up here - if you live of the grid you have to rethinkg basics -- menos mal].
aaaanyhow - right now its still a chilling ride [after a quick steep descent from the village comes a stretched climb up to canales and from ortigeru on its mostly down in a narrow gorge [still trenched in sweat from the climb] with no sun whatsoever hitting/licking in the early morning-hours and the cold wind [not just] in the face.
finally in posada then > first through town - starting from the other end - with arbol-supermarket. here i get the yeast and mustard. i am loading up - 5 each [ i will curse later climbing back up to los picos].
around the corner en la plaza i visit as usually angel in his pienso-andwhatnut-store. nice guy. good talking even tho my spanish still sucks. some other folks in the store too.... turns out one of them workedived [wellaugh... typo... worked/lived... but woredived might work too] in australia... so we switch to english... another woman walks in.... hears us chat in english and chimes in.
ok- lets do some =business= too: i get an organge-tree and a lemon-tree and a manadrine-tree... also ordered a bunch of [fruit]berry-shrubs -- all of which a friend will drop off up here in the village the next time he drives to posada and swings by here anyhow. also got more seeds. for food and beauty [well- yes-- food is beauty too]. dahlia; gerbera; margarita; mentha; col bruselas; pimenton rojo; espinaca; siempreviva; escarola. oh- almost forgot. yes some cayenne-pepper too [stuff i found in nyc about everwhere... here... another ballgame]
then hardwarestore [first] on other side of plaza.... i am good... i walk out with only a small garden-tool and a peeler for 60 cents.
on to alimerka - just on the other side of ASA; my favorite [the cooperation]. in alimerka i get the coco flakes and pimenton dulce and some treat for a neighbor who has birthday [cant find smoked fish... bummer... well cant have it all mister]
then asa. i just love all that farmers-stuff. too me [still] another world[ballgame?]... so i walk out with ony 3 pairs of socks; a strainer and some gang-outlet.
last stop. second hardwarestore even tho i am really already packed! ah -- look -- they have a little handblender; that kind of gadget i have been looking for for a while. cant say no. also some low-consumption bulb... and ... yes!... a broom almost without plasticparts.
ok- here comes the beauty. starting the return to cabrales. by now - almost noon - its warm- almost hot. so right outside posada i pull over to strip clothes.
on on
i am riding i am riding
wow - nice day
wow - too much weight
right outside mere [where the first real climb kicks in] i pass by that house with its charming garden again - passed by many times before. always wanted to stop by and see who lives there. today i actually see an older guy in the garden - but i cant break now. am invited to lunch in berodia at 2 - and still have solid cranking ahead. so on it goes. up up up. refilling the waterbottle right along the road... splendid h-2-o gushing down from the rocks.
finally up in canales again. from here =just= left down to el cruce outside carrena and then climbing back up to the village - the steepest climb of all at the end - of course.
here in canales i suddenly have the sensation of being a bit =naked=... feeling somethinkg missing.... oh fuck- yes-- the glasses are not on the nose. daaamn.......... i must have left them right outside posada when i changed clothes.
now what? turning around right now [and saving a lot of extra biking?]? no- cant. cant call those folks who invited me for lunch. so i decide to go up to the village... have a bite... and hopp back on the horse
for a second time today to posada
yummy
[ps - am starving... left this morning without breakfast... no food since]
in the village i am having a plate of noodle-soup; a plate of peas with beans and potatoes... and a tiny bit of homemade flan for dessert [mmm]... and off again.
biking biking biking
this is madness
laugh
guess what
finding the glasses right outside posada... stitting on that stonewall in the sun... sparkling... like they are saying: here we are... we had a nice siesta... lets go old man
and the old man cranks it
yep
mmmmight have lost you already
but the kicker is still to come
so
i pass through mere... and heading towards that fix-upped molino i mentioned earlier - just a bit before that monsterous cantera. this time i will knock. and look.. right there in that lovely garden - that sea of flowers right next to that river.... a woman... looks like.... yes:.... she is cutting the hair of this man i saw there this morning. i address them in spanish; but they look not like locals. turns out a british couple who found that sweet spot about 20 years ago. they invite me in. the guy -terry- is having a beer while the lady -ann- keeps chopping away. we are basking in the sun; the river a few arm-lenghts away provides the music.
much to talk about. nice people. we bounce a bit around. talking a bit how i got to asturias. how they. what we doing. life here. food. folks.... terry is done with his cut- and asks me: you want one too? hellheaven.... yes.. i need one. ann doesnt mind at all - so now its my turn in the barberschair. chopchop. terry brings coffee. we keep talking. sweet. how sweet.
hair done. cant see it. and couldnt care less. feels good. they invite me inside; show me around in their house/mill. fine job. feels good that place. and- for the first time in a while: a book-shelve.... books! godog- i miss them -- whoofwhoof. [hey paul- if you listen... i havent forgotten... the note you left when you came to up to berodia..... -- saying: hey where are the books?? your place is missing books! --- so true. but i have the feeling they will come.... they will find me again].
its getting late. its comfy here in their house. but have to make that ride back to cabrales. ann gives me a jar on homemade jam [for on the way?].... what a treat. talking with nice folks; sitting in the sun getting a haircut... some jam..... hey guys... will be back. or you come up to berodia whenever. we exchange numbers/emails.
dont know about you but..... losing glasses looks good to me!
i make it back up to the village. from the other side of the valley looking back on the road up to canales i climbed twice today. looking back on a good day.... a good day..... looking forward to have a nice big meal. looking forward to hook up with terry and ann again.
that said- hoping some of you folks from the forum come [back] this year to visit... or i will drop my lense near you
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