I said goodbye to Miguel and his family before they left to the airport. They would take a flight to Madrid. I would continue westwards.
The front axle of the van was emitting audible signals of its increasing degeneration… of course, something to be concerned only when driving at less 40 miles per hour.
My route was practically the same as in 2010.09.17. I ended up ignoring Mack’s country festival, in order to spend more non-quality time with my mosquitoes in Rabbit Valley.
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