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Sant Joan is an important saint over here. At least important enough to have a free day on June 24th. Combine this with the general strike last thursday, and the result is that half of the country moves for five days to the beach.
Instead of the beach, MJ and I decided to move with our tent to a camping in the pre-pyrenees, next to a lake near Tremp.
As a result, this weekend we have done abosolutely NOTHING. Every day we wake up quite early due to the heat in our tent, we ate some magdalenas with a coffee for breakfast, we took a bath in the lake, read a little bit in the sun, took another bath, etc…
After two days of sun it became clear again why they used to call me “zwarte” (black).