margarita25
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This thread's bringing back memories.
Many, many, years ago, my first visit to Spain. Young me and my young friends decide to take a country walk. It really wasn't wise at that time. There were beach resorts, and agricultural land - and nothing inbetween then.
Spotting a pitch black field that stood between us and our route back to hotel, friends nominated me to cross. So off I went. My feet - in flip flops - immediately broke through the one inch crust of heat-dried dried cow manure, to the 6 inches of liquid poo beneath.
On the way back to the hotel, a horrible Spanish man lurking in the woods got out his thing and waved it at us. My friends all ran but I was slipping in the cow poo in my shoes. He didn't follow, luckily. I probably smelt too bad. Plus, I threw a flip flop at him. But now I'm walking with one pooey, shoeless foot on Spanish thorns - the landscape's kinda like the CA desert.
I tried to rinse my feet with lemonade (only liquid we had) before re-entering the hotel. Too embarrassed to get the elevator, I slip-slopped up six flights of emergency stairs to get back to my room. And managed to meet five people on the journey, with cow poo halfway up my shins.
Trying to be careful not to mess up the shower, I wiped the poo with paper - and blocked the toilet. Plumbing was pretty poor in Spain then. I tried to explain it to the janitor, but it all got lost in translation.
I only mention this as I'm travelling back to the same place in Spain for the first time in 30 years, next month. Hope they don't remember me as that poop tourist!
:floorlaugh: omg!
