Waiting near the bus stop. About to move on to Las Posadas. 10 days in Almodóvar is a lot. Lovely sleepy little place, mostly friendly folk, but only one restaurant worth eating at.

Got a lot of new friends around about the town. I made one of them a gift. Got one new enemy. He made me the worst burger of my life on Sunday when nothing else was open.

Most notable event here: suddenly being surrounded by at least 100 grazing goats whilst watching walking dead. I banged my staff on a tree and they moved away. Except the bull of the herd, who stared me down and grunted. I grunted back and banged my staff a bit more. He went left, so I went right and he passed by. I saw the herd a few more times after that but they knew about me and kept their distance. (Also, there's lots of river turtles.)


Peace,

kowalski