Northern Spain

The north coast of Spain is many places. Wales, Scotland, Gerringong, Wollongong, Stanwell Park, the coast road.
Tall, jagged mountains and rugged coastline, green and forested. Signpost nation continues. Each hundred metres counted down. Guard rails washed and painted bright colours.
Clear streets, unrubbished roads.
Tunnels.

Gijon a point to see as some people we know of are there.
To know is to appreciate and understand and relate to more easily. It is the Wollongong after Berry and Gerringong.

Back the same road to the national park. Slovenia now. Brooks and streams, kayaks and camping. Clear water and tall mountains. Slow, perilous driving. Concentrate on the trees and water...don't look at the rocks so close to the door and window. Heart in mouth and take a breath....deep and slow. Pretend this is fun.

Strange signs. Bulls. School children. Watch out for them. At the same time? Falling rocks. Nets to catch them.
The last rays of sun glisten on the peaks. Snow still there. The fruit strewn on the ground, careless and lazy.
Buzzing and homey sounds.
Stronger than the hombre.
Bigger than us all.