I’ve just returned from a weekend vacation in Avila with my team manager. We drove to his holiday house in the old village of Narrillos de San Leonardo, yesterday late afternoon, and it took us about 90 minutes by car from Madrid. After living in the city for more than 3 months, I’ve got to tell you that the village is absolutely damn quiet, and beautiful. My hearing went lower because we were at high altitude, and I felt like I was the king of the world. You could literally see for miles, the whole horizon around you. The cottage was beautiful, a proper old Spanish building, which also reminds me of the little old cottages back home in Cornwall, England. Alfredo and his wife have renovated this cottage nicely, since it was in a ruined state with a broken roof when they bought it.
The village is smaller than my home village of St Buryan, and almost everyone knows Alfredo. I had to stand doing nothing for 30 minutes, waiting, for every person that he talked to! The villagers are totally Spanish and they don’t speak English at all. Last night we went out for a walk in the dark, which was really nice, seeing the stars and listening to the insects chirping, which I’ve never really heard before. The temperature up there is a bit cooler than in Madrid, with much thinner air, and it was good to finally breath in the fresh-air, which is not possible in Madrid, as the air is so thick, even on the outskirts.
We popped over to some old couple’s house, friends of Alfredo’s, and they were so lovely and proper Spanish. They gave us some free range eggs, and it was the first time that I could really tell the difference from the caged eggs. It tasted really natural, and now I don’t think I will be able to eat caged eggs as the good experience has put me off!
This morning after a decent night’s quality sleep, I had scrambled eggs and bananas. It was really cosy eating breakfast in a proper old Spanish cottage, but it was very quiet, there were no people talking or cars going past, it was totally silent. We went down to the bakery shop in the village to buy fresh homemade bread, proper nice. After that, we popped down to the little church to see the baby being baptised. The people in there were happy, and they shook my hand, saying “peace” in Spanish, which did give me a smile.
Later on, we went down to the lake to go fishing. It reminded me of why I hate fishing so much, it was so freaking boring! But Alfredo likes it, and he caught 3 fish and let them go again. I didn’t catch anything, then I gave up and went for a lie down for an hour, while seeing Alfredo happily staring at the floating hook thing for almost an hour, before catching one. I just don’t see the point of it. I don’t think I will ever go fishing again in my life! But it did make Alfredo happy and helped him unwind from all the stress of the city.
Also, we didn’t have any internet at the cottage, and I never realised that going on the internet can waste so much time! So now I’m going try to limit my internet time.
We had dinner before driving back to Madrid. It was a great weekend, and now my mind is back in action and ready for the upcoming races.