It’s morning. New place. Some owl is cokooing in the chimney so I can’t sleep. I am somewhere in the middle of nowhere, here are sheep and chicken and who knows what other animals. The guy himself went to work in the morning while I was pretending to be still asleep. Now I have taken a shower and I’m thinking of hitching to Girona or something like that, but someone came by to take care of the animals so now I’m afraid to go outside. Yeah, I’m that kind of a coward. Maybe this person will come inside at one point? But maybe he will just leave?
Now it has happened. „Papa“ came inside.
„Hola! No ablo espanhol!“ I said quickly and pretended to be busy with my backpack, but somehow it still happened that I had to chat with him. It might have lasted for 5 minutes, it probably did, but it felt like forever. It was so awkward! I felt so ashamed that I could not answer to anything he said. Finally he gave in when we had introduced our names, spoke a little about Estonia and about my travel and whether I had breakfast. He pointed out where I can find some eggs. Then he went. Now I am waiting 15 minutes to be sure he is really gone.
About an hour later. He is probably not leaving after all. I guess I have to pass him anyways. But I can’t go when he is doing something right in front of the door and it is impossible to avoid conversation! It is a farm, there’s always something to do!
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