Driving along the old national VI (the A6 is under construction in nearly 20 kilometers), Avila and Segovia crossed intermittently and Labajos discover not only the people but Lavajos many, there are also in Valladolid, and even in Salamanca, I think.
has rained and the field, although Brown keeps the winter, turning green. The water extended, sometimes held in a slight hollow of the ground, forming a film without depth, large pools seem to fail gaps. That's the washing, pools they want to be gaps but can not. The given this land and are increasingly less.
Fields planted on my right and left, the grass, "barley? Grows. Where there is usually no water birds look for food or drink. I stop to look through the binoculars. I throw the floor to look better. Yesterday's freezing. I know you will not get time to record Olmedo, but I have the afternoon of Thursday and throughout Friday. The wind blows.
plovers and sandpipers
"? Someone else to far small, white, without spots ... What is it?, "A stilt? I lost sight with the laptop. My own glasses fogging mist that clash with the lenses of the binoculars, shit. I'm going to be cold here. I get back in the car, put the strong heating. Olimpia sleep.
A few kilometers before reaching step Olmedo Lavajo someone else dried up long ago, had water even in summer, which is rare because many disappearing for months. I enter the village. It is two to ten, come evening, I say in the register as worth.
I get home from my uncles to the 3. Give me love, about death cannelloni and loin marinated I ask the whiskey recipe immediately. Do not put anything on film that we are interested to my aunt and me and we have not seen the swan us lazy. Another day will go.
PS: Apparently the term "Lavajos" is used in the land of Medina and "Bodone" by Olmedo, say the authors of the blog Valladolid, routes and landscapes, a wonder that I find to write this entry when I get to Madrid and look for pictures and references.
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