Bor i et kråkeslått midt mellom folk fra England i Spania.Men eg lærer meg selv spansk.Lærte meg selv norsk og tenkte å gjøre det på samme måte,men då må eg snakke med spanjoler.
De hadde en gammeldagsmarked i neste landsby
Små spanske damer kniplet.De fikk knekk i nakken av å se opp på meg.Eg tok opp all luften foran ,de fikk ikkje puste heller.Men de smilte fra ene siden av ansiktet til den andre.De vi lære meg å knipple og snakke spansk.Jippi eller Konge som unge her i huset sier.
Så var det spådamen .Der ville eg høre spansk.Hun hadde alt en spådame skal ha,mye fløyel svart langt hår og gull i øret.Gamle godt brukte kort ,hun manglet bare krystall kulen.
Eg forsto alt hun sa ,var så opptatt av det.Det gikk en stund før eg forsto at alt hun sa stemte.Hun hadde hele helsehistorien min på rams!
I walk on this ridge for hours
Have put myself in a house right smack in the middle of English people.
This was a surprise for me,and so many of them .
When a Spanish person comes in sight I slow down and hear as much I can.
So I traveled to the next village ,they had a wonderfull little market going on.Being a tall Norwegian the little old Spanish ladies were half my size.I felt they couldn't breath as I took all their space,and their necks not to forget that ,the strain of bending their heads so far back.
But they smiled from side to side of their lovely faces.They will teach me to make lace at the old folks home on fridays and speak Spanish.
Happily I wandered on and found a psycic lady inside a little telt of vevet.
Happily I wandered on and found a psycic lady inside a little telt of vevet.
She had it all,only missing the crystal ball.With old tarrot cards she told me my health situation.
I was happily understanding her,all wound up in the language thing.Then I noticed she was getting it all right too!



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