and on saturday we went to castro laboreiro through spain. it was funny how from the moment we crossed the border to spain, the roads were better and everywhere there were roadsigns telling us the right way. when we get back to portugal again, we walked for kilometers without a single sign telling where we were, it's so funny. but we always manage, the places are quite small. these are the last memories of a zenit11. it was a good day for queimadas (burn waste), so the whole hill was covered in smoke. this village lays in serra da peneda, a hill whose name basically means big stones. resting in the castle, nhom nhom
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i don't understandnerozumiem ti means "i don't understand you" in slovak. a tradition, let's say. after not understanding anything in granada, now i don't understand anything in bratislava. Archives
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