Picos da Europa – Day 1 – The Trip
Doubts were many that morning.
The station railway wake deserted, patiently waiting for the morning hubbub … people who still did not lie down and the wandering banks, we now woke up and yawns nestles a sleepless night, people that to be people follow the routines of many other people …
Time has not passed. Anxiety increased each scored second, following the watch movement which for years guided the daily anxieties of each passenger.
This morning was different for me. Picos da Europa were just a few hours distance.
I will integrate a group of (in) indulgent – just made up now – one day remembered: “Oh and such, come the holidays … spend days in the pool, chilled cocktails in the lounge chair, closet and laundry at the hotel, meals quantitatively medieval … so … let’s cross the central massif of the Picos da Europa in semi-autonomy, ok? ”
Time has not passed. Anxiety increased each scored second, following the watch movement which for years guided the daily anxieties of each passenger.
The meeting with the guides was scheduled to Porto. From there we would follow devouring kilometers to Potes, Cantabria.
Portugal was getting further behind. It was now almost another life filled with little daily rhythms that I would forget for a week. The relativity of things would have from here an important significance that I would prove later.
With the advance of the hours and increasing altitude, conversations were flowing in a sharing of experiences and stories to the arrival at the picturesque villa of Potes.
One late embarrassed afternoon, the sun waited for us to settle, wishing welcome, hiding shyly behind one of the high peaks of the surrounding mountains.
In the evening and have compounds with dinner served in the cozy hostel, we decided to go down to the “villa” where we walk through the quaint streets before the night collapse.
Tomorrow came the other adventurers!
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