We are still waiting for our bodies to fully arrive, early afternoons we still get a little tired, and Krisztina is struggling with a strange cough she most likely picked up on the plane. One of the best thing about travel is that you are arriving to a completely unfamiliar place and after a few days it slowly becomes yours, the regular sounds from church bells, the various noises of the nearby streets, the pigeons, the local shops, the taste of food, the overall unrelenting rhythms of life. Two Spanish words we learned first were Salida and Entrada. Easy and useful. The first spaniard who smiled at us was a guy who almost ran us over, he smiled when he saw Krisztina do quite a big jump, away from his speeding moped. We were walking on a residential street, outside of the tourist area, just to get some local vibe. The only unpleasant experience so far was the Chinese woman on the beach who very aggressively tried to force a foot massage on Krisztina repeatedly on multiple days. We go to the shore every day, it is so relaxing just to sit in the sand listening to the waves. Today we also visited the house where Picasso was born. Now it makes sense, that famous drawing of a dove as a symbol of peace is very likely coming from his childhood.
