Above umbrellas of leaves hide the sky, eating light, squeeze the air.
earth under your feet wet, fertile ground, grass at times.
around tree trunks, bushes and weeds. A double stone portico, an average building in this century. Then a portico of screws, a metal building, a laboratory of experimental cuisine. The concrete pavement, the ultra-luxury conference center, the modern pavilions.
And far away, the heart of all the Monastery of San Fruitos de Bages.
In sweltering heat of early afternoon, we can not help but find shelter here, beneath the trees of this complex class. Lying on the ground, with rucksacks on their backs, legs, beaded with sweat in contact with the ground, swarms of mosquitoes to feast on us even more now that we take care of that.
Breathe. Limiting communication. A drop of water (stolen from the bathrooms of the convention center) sometimes. Expect the sun to stop this earth to cook again.
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