First realisation of the day; Nobody picks up their dogs poo in Spain, because they have an army of dung beetles who gladly do it for them. When we woke, Bee was surrounded by beetles either rolling poo, fighting over it or fighting each other to get near it. Weirdly fascinating to watch.
We drove through the centre of Valencia (beautiful city) and found a supermarket near Benicassim. Bought bed sheets, new saucepan and supplies for the festival, before continuing on to the town and the campsite Alhazar…. where we were booked in by Wesley from San Francisco. Wesley invited us to join him at a bar, La Nomade, on the beach at 11pm for a Flamenco show that his friend is a band member in. He also kindly agreed to print our camping ticket for the festival on his home computer for us and bring it along tonight, we are still concerned that the faxed copy won’t scan very well.
We spent the afternoon wandering through town and back along the beach – still not found the venue for Monday, but we at least now have a map.
“Adventure is a path. Real adventure – self-determined, self-motivated, often risky – forces you to have firsthand encounters with the world. The world the way it is, not the way you imagine it. Your body will collide with the earth and you will bear witness. In this way you will be compelled to grapple with the limitless kindness and bottomless cruelty of humankind – and perhaps realize that you yourself are capable of both. This will change you. Nothing will ever again be black-and-white.” –Mark Jenkins