Monday November 10th 2014 day of rest in Gallisteo

Tosca on the court of the albergue in Galisteo

Galisteo, geheel ommuurd Galisteo, with its walls

Weer een Romeinse mijlsteen, omgevallen

Another Roman milestone, fallen down

 

Mooi licht op dauw op cactus

Nice dew on a cactus

Tosca amuseert zich met schouderblad

Tosca enjoying herself with a scapula

Dieren op culturele toer bij Romeinse mijlsteen langs Via de la Plata

Animals making a cultural trip along Roman milestones on the Via de la Plata

Oliva de Plasencia. Paulien and Rob back from Caceres

Inn of Oliva de Plasencia

This morning I have taken away horse Leon from the concrete courtyard surrounding the inn and I found a meadow near by to tie him at a rope. By now he is happily accustomed to that rope. Fortunately, because now I do not have to look for a stable or an enclosed pasture. I cleaned all the horse figs and all branches torn off by Leon in the courtyard around the inn. I put Tosca right outside the front door of the inn and swept the hall where she slept. The whole room of German Norbert and me, and also three other rooms, were occupied by all my wet clothes out of four soaked backpacks. Checking if everything is dry:  nope. I packed only the clothing that was dry. The android, that didn’t survive Leon’s swim last week, was replaced by Paulien and Rob by another tablet brought from the Netherlands. Quite a fuzz to get the chip from one into the other cell phone, studying the program of the new camera that Pauline and Rob had brought to me from home, updating my blog and now it is already 11 in the morning. Let’s see if a store is open inside the walls of Galisteo and let’s find a wificafé. I made a Rudi-camera movie at the ramparts of Galisteo. Two boys asked me where I came from. The Netherlands. Prompt a series of Dutch professional football players was named by them, from whom I only knew Van Persie. And I, I asked. According to them I was not in that list. I asked them: Do you want to be on Dutch t.v.? Will we be on Dutch telivision? they replied asking. Qui sas, quisas, qui sas (known song).
Meanwhile, Monday Nov. 10 th 2014, 4 o’clock pm. Sitting for hours on a terrace in the sun to update my blog. I still have masses of photos to be published on the blogs of the past few days, I still want to read reactions to my blog. I hear from several people, who I already know from when I was 20 years old, that my former idol, Gypsy guitar phenomenon, Manitas de Plata, has changed the temporarily for the eternal live. Home, as a student, at my dorm balcony, I spent hours trying to immitate the phenomenal finger picking on the guitar , probably to the chagrin of the neighbors. Manitas de Plata lived for his guitar and for women. He had almost 30 children. Compared to him my results are a little meager (literally), though we also had four kids within three years. Eh, eh! During a few minutes my brain is occupied with him, whistling and humming flamenco tunes. Next I groom my dog and horse, the latter without an apple box behind the horse, like the members of my (sometimes obscene) gym club suggest!
Thanks so much for all your reactions sister Lil, intern medical student Hannah, Marlies and Harrie, Hubert, Servé, Paul H, Francien, Martin, Agnes and Hans and all those others.
Also I discovered a lot of reactions of weeks ago , that had not yet been admitted to my blog. I did not know how. Sorry folks . Hopefully I get my answers published now.

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