Saturday 02 January 2016 02:25 to 09:07
(6:41 hours)
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Dreams:
Hígado
Yu Lee and I are in Spain, in a bar, and the barman is Alberto who used to own the bar my dad and Sue frequented daily a few years ago. We are there for lunch, and when we get there we order a beer and a couple of tapas.
After our first round of food, we decide to order more because we are still hungry. I call Alberto over and start talking to him in Spanish. I tell him that we want to order some more food, and tell him that Yu Lee doesn't like it when there isn't a proper menu. He says that there's no menu because they change the dished that they serve daily, and I agree that it isn't a problem. He then runs through the food options and one of the the options is Liver (hígado). I ask him how it comes and he tells me that it is a special dish and the liver is raw. I order the liver and a couple of other things and he tells me that it will be a while because the liver takes a while to prepare.
Throughout the conversation I keep mixing up Spanish and Italian words (just like real life) and it takes a real effort to keep talking in Spanish. At some points in the conversation I really slow down and feel like I have to think about every word, and I tell him that my Spanish is not so good because I've been learning Italian.
After we finish making our order, we decide to go out for a walk to pass the time while the food is being prepared. After walking around for a few minutes we decide to take a short cut back but end up getting completely lost. I start to feel stressed because the food will be ready and we won't make it back.
Eventually we come to a place that looks familiar. We are on the edge of a beech, and there is a river cutting in-land in front of us, and in the distance we can see a huge red suspension bridge. There's a sign with a map of the area on it, and we realise that we can't cross the river here and will have to walk for miles to make it back to the bar.