Thursday, November 25, 2010

The travel report Part Two

Day Six:

 

We start the day with a nice and luxurious ffamily breakfast. Ole first agrees to take care of Quito when we are away, but when told that he will have to walk her in the afternoon, he is delighted to know that I take her along.

 

After breakfast we go to two places that I have seen the previous year.First it is the tiny  deserted chapel of San Antolin, which haa a magical, peaceful energy to it. Micki loves it, too, and the two ladies try to enter the ruins, while I sit in the sun. It is colder today than yesterday, but it is still allright. There are no horses there that day, and the chappel is locked, so we cannot go inside that room either.

 

We drive a little more and try to walk around the cliffs at one point, but a farmer has closed the road. Two dogs bark furiously at us, and somekind of mule greets us, too.

 

Finally, we are in Llanis, that wonderful little city. Micki enjoys looking at the old houses, and it  strikes me that she and Ilka are a great team when it comes to discovering things. Woat one doesn't see the other one surely spots. Unfoortunately, thechurch is closed again, so no chance to look inside this year, either.

 

We have lunch at a restaurant, of which Ilka says she would not eat there again, the food is average. Folks inside are watching Formula I, but I don't think the race is finished by the time we leave.

 

We then go to this beautiful grassy road by the cliffs, where on sunny days people sit on benches or go for walks and talk. We walk and walk and really hope that we can find the fig tree that had surprised us the past year. It takes a while, but then we spot it, and this time it is up to Micki and Ilka to get their hands all sticky, while it is only my jjob to provide the plastic bag.

Allright, I have to eat dust while they are picking figs...

That is today's joke, because I have discovered a delicious sweet they call polvoron. It comes on oval shaped tabs wrapped in paper. If you unwrap it as it is, you will see only dust and crumbs. So in order to be able too eat it, you have to press it hard in your hand, then unwrap and then eat it. I think what it is is a chickpea sweet a little similar to the Persian chickpea sweet I loved so much, and I was really happy to find it in Spain. I like to call it dust, and the others have fun with that name. So I don't mind eating dust while they are dealing with figs and sticky hands, for I certainly don't like figs. And I love this grassy walkway on top of the cliffs a lot, it is just magnificent.

Back in the city we find that the traditionall stores are closed, but the store where I had bought the honey for Micki the last year, was opened, and there was a sales lady who speaks perfect German. She had grown up in Düsseldorf but recently returned to Asturias because of her boyfriend. We bought quite a bit there. She let us try various cheeses, we talkked a little, and then it was time to go home.

 

After a little break at home, Micki pealed potatoes, carrots and onions, and I crated them all, so Micki could make potatoe pancakes. Of course, we ate them all, and Ilka and Ole were enthusiastic.

 

Finally I helped Ilka transform an email into good English, and then it was really time to sleep.

 

 

Day Seven:

 

I slept like a baby once again, until Micki woke up and I saw that it was 8:00 already. So we got up, walked Quito and returned to have breakfast, while Ilka was busy joining a telephone conference about a work-related topic. But I left Quito with her and went shopping with Micki. We walked over twice, so we could also put empty glasses and bottles away.

 

When we returned, Ilka was ready and we left for a spectacular scenery once again, the Playa del Silencio. There when the tide is low, you can walk through a walkkway that the sea has created through a rock onto a beach that is located off the shore, with a tiny river feeding into the sea. Well we did not this time, as that would have required major climbing. But what we did was sit down on the stairs that lead down the cliffs to the water. Quito was not allowed to run free while we were having our picknick, but I tied her to the railing, and first thing she did was force a slobber attack on all three of us until she settled by Micki. At first it was sunny, but then the wind came, and Micki saw black clouds rushing oour way. So we packed up and left. But before we could even reach the car, it was time to bring out the hoods from the back of our jackets, for the sky surprised us with rain and hail. That did not last long, but when the sky had cleared up, we saw another patch of black following. So we decided to leave, but it was worth seeing and hearing the sea, for sure.

 

We have made it another tradition that each night one of the ladies cook something the others might like. This night it was Micki's turn again, to prepare a North German specialty we both others love: fruit soup, this time with plums and pears, and some kind of sweet dumplings spiced with cinamon. We went shopping for that and also bought various cheeses and biscuits to take home. By that time, of course, the sun was shining again in Oviedo.

 

At night Ilka had to wait to pick up Ole late from his handball training, so weasat down and she wrote lists of books worth reading and of DVDs worth watching. For some reason this was my tired day, and i was quite happy that she agreed to take Quito to pick up Ole, so I didn’t have to walk her again. I only heard her letting Quito into the room, and then continued sleeping.

 

 

Day Eight:

 

This was a lazy day before farewell. Micki and I stayed home, only went shopping once to prepare a great lunch for Ole when he’d return from school. We could not find minced meat, so we bought some ham and made meatballs with ham. I tell you they were surely delicious!

 

And at night the real feast began. Micki and Ilka took a cookbook with traditional Spanish recipes and decided what to prepare. So off we went to the store again shopping for that. We also went to the famous Asturian store, where Ilka bought more cheese for us to take home, and delicious biscuits, and Chorizo, of course. For Quito it was more escalator practise, and i realised that she is doing better in harness, possibly because that provides more guidance.

 

And then the chopping and slicing began, and we ended up having many little feasts on the table: figs and apples wrapped in ham and fried, fried mild goat cheese with jam, and a Micki and Ilka specialty, Cabralis (a strong cheese) with wallnuts and honey, and finally finely chopped tomatoes with garlic, with a fine bit of Manchego cheese on top. And not to forget the delicious bread that Ilka has found.

 

 

Day Nine:

 

I convinced Micki that we should have our last breakfast together with Ilka. And since Ilka was running late, Micki prepared bread for her, and my duty was the coffee, of course. Finally Ilka left, and we took Quito for a final walk along the Pista Finlandesa with the many joggers and runners and groups of chatting people. Quito spotted the two white cats again, but this time they were too high up in the trees for her to even attempt to jump forward. Micki prepared a fig and orange soup, Ilka’s favourite, while I tried to pack my suitcase. I ended up asking Micki for help, because I had forgotten one bag of gooddies, and I had no idea how to pack them all so nothing would break. Weh ad a bit of lunch, washed and dried the dishes and then Ilka was there to pick us up. Weh ad three bags to return with, because the sheep skins had to come to Germany with us, too. The weather was gloomy, and we arrived at the airport way in advance of the counters’ opening the checkin for our flight. So Ilka showed us a nice café, and I ordered two final coffees. Then she had to rush off, for she had to be back at work for another appointment.

 

I think Ilka and Micki would be a perfect match, they get along so perfectly, and they certainly enjoyed each other’s company. Moreover, the vacation was really relaxing and wonderful for all of us, we enjoyed walking in the mountains, talking and having a good time in general. And I think Ole also enjoyed Micki’s company, and not only her great art of cooking. And as for Quito, well for her it was heaven. In the mountains she could run free for hours, get her paws dirty in each and every puddle she found, have water on the way when she was thirsty and sniff anything she considdered interesting. Occasionally she found a dog she could play with, and she proves to be really well-behaved around other dogs.

 

Our flights were all on time. At the oviedo airport I was relieved to find out that we did not have access luggage, so no need to pull out the credit card. Though weh ad not asked for assistance, a lady met us and accompanied us to the plane, so we could board first. She spoke Spanish only, and I was quite proud I managed to fill in a survey with her, evaluating the assistance service of the airport, which can surely only be described as perfect.

 

I also love the fact that in the Mallorcan airport people greet the passenger that have just landed and help them find their connection flight gates, so they needn’t run around searching for ages. We were waiting in the cueue for boarding again, folks had already moved on to board the plane, when a lady aproached us and asked us to come with her. It was quite a good feeling to be allowed to pass by all the ones waiting already in the tunnel to board first. I was even shown how to use the life jacket, which was really interesting to know, since i had only seen one a long time ago and certainly couldn’t remember anymore.

 

The landing in Berlin proved a little bumpy, since it was rainy and cloudy there. Quito had enough and wanted to leave, but she settled nicely when told to do so. My sister spotted us as we were picking up our luggage from the belt, all three pieces were among the first to be put on there – what a relief indeed. My brother-in-law was there, too, and so we left for their home again. Quito only played with little Rudi for a short while for it was drizzling and we were all tired.

 

The following day we just enjoyed staying at the sister’s, and Quito had to spend most of the time inside the house, because of the rain. But the next day it had cleared up a little, so she spent all morning outside romping with Rudi, until it was time to leave. She was put in the car, onto one train, onto another, and then into another taxi, and then we were home. After checking my fridge we went shopping, and she guided me very nicely, better than I had expected.

 

When Micki was finally at her home, she was surprised by a new carpet in her livingroom. My sister had emptied the two major chests, removed them, put down the carpet, put back the furniture and my niece had put in the dishes, books and tableware that was inside.. Micki really hadn’t expected a surprise like that, and i think she really enjoys it, not having been around the mess of the actual work.

 

I am happy, I have another week of holidays ahead of me, and I really enjoy doing little bits and pieces here and there, washing curtains and visiting another friend at the weekend, before work can hit me, as I am well-rested and recovered.

Many thans again to my sister and her family, my other sister, Ilka and Ole, Micki and Quito, who were and are all part of this wonderful break from daily routines.

Cheers, Chris:-)

Tuesday, November 23, 2010

The holiday report, Part One

hi folks and woofers:
 
O yes we've been back for a while, but Chris has only completed the travel report today, so i am sending it to you, so you know what we have been up to.
Injoy reading!
 
 

Day One:

 

Breakfast is wonderful. We are having it together with my sister and brother-in-law, while the two dogs are playing outside. Quito has done her big business in the courtyard, but the brother-in-law is used to it, and I am relieved she's gone busy before the flight. My sister takes us to the airport and drops us off at the main terminal.

 

Here we are facing the first challenge, while Quito is doing a fantastic job both following Micki and backtracking, while Micki is trying to find the right departure gate. She finally queues behind a counter - economy class. At the adjacent one we are told this is not the right one, as it is the checkin for New York. We are told to goo to terminal C.

 

That means go outside, cross a very noisy makeshift metal bridge and then turn left into the terminal. Finding the right counter there is easy. The employee chats with us, while I try to shift some weight from my checkin bag into Micki's, to avoid being charged overweight.

Quito sits nicely while I walk through the metal detection, and then the superviser takes me back to her and helps me retrieve all my bagage. He even reminds me that I still have to pack my computer, before I put my light backpack on my shoulder. As we sit and wait for boarding to begin, a crew member aproaches us and asks whether we would like to bord first or last. We decide together, that boarding the airplane last is most relaxing for Quito, and so it is done.

 

Quito is calm, as we approach the noisy plane. Even when the gangway car starts the engin with us in the middle of walking upstairs, she is on alert but calm.

 

The flight to Palma de Mallorca is uneventful. Service with Airberlin is excellent. Just as I am trying to sneak on my seat at the window, one cabin crew member looks after my head and helps us put the bags upstairs. I receive the most carefully written braille safety instruction card ever, as it doesn't feature the exact wording of the print cards, but focuses on hints that are very helpful for the braille card readers. The brace position is described, and so are the lighted floor panels to guide you to an emergency exit. This card is the most useful I have ever read indeed.

 

As service brings snacks, they always address me directly, I am even shown the flush button in the washroom after asking foor it, so I can locate it myself the next time around.

 

Landing goes on easily, Quito just lifts her head and is uncomfortable with the raised level of nnoise. But since I am relaxed, so is she. Micki had been asked whether she can get a piece of saussage, but she told the crew to ask me instead of her. But since I am appearing so strict to them, they don't ask - I understannd annd smile.

 

We have a tunnel gangway into the building as we leave the plane. At the exit we are immediately given assistance to locate our connection flight. We are taken to the plane by bus, and again Quito is a real trooper. She boards the plane, plops down and that's it. Aproaching Oviedo is a bit of a windy thing, but not half as bad as last year's arrival in Bilbao. Another tunnel gangway, at the beginning of which an assistant meets us, takes us right to the luggage belts. She drags my suitcase, so I can hold on to Micki and follow easily. The assistant leaves us at an exit, and two minutes later my friend Ilka greets us. This is the first time she sees Micki so closely, and of course, Quito, too.

 

We go home, get settled and then take a sniff of the surrounding streets, just to get an idea of a good dog walking route. And of course, grocery shopping. Quito gets to ride on an escalator, which basically is a moving ramp, on which shopping carts can be taken to the upper floor, and she is doing great foor her debut.  Micki is impressed by the display of real fresh fish in  coolers that stretch over at least seven meters. We go to a tiny fruit selling shop, and then home, where Ilka prepares a most delicious salad, and we meet Ole, too. By the time we are finished and ready to sleep, it is half an hour before midnight.

 

 

Day Two:

 

I wake up from Micki coughing, try to sleep a little more and am prevented by her snoaring, the chime-in of the new day. I am relieved when it is a quarter to seven, so I can get up and ready, have Quito greet Ilka and then prepare coffee. The two of us see Ole off to school, talk some more over the coffee, and then Ilka leaves foor work. Just then Micki comes crawling out of bed, has breakfast and then we take Quito foor a much needed dog walk along the Pista Finlandesa, a joggers' walk with various climbing and sports devices along the route. We are drenched by the time we get home, for basically, it has not stopped raining since last night.

 

I take a shower to warm up, dry my clothes and the dog, and Micki prepares pumpkin soup while I take a little nap. The soup is awesome, and Ole loves it, too, when he eats it after coming home from school.

 

Ilka takes off work at around 4:00, so in the evening we go to Gijon, the neighbouring city, and take a walk along the cliffs - really steep cliffs, and the sea entertains me with thundering roars, lashing furiously against the cliffs, almost wetting our feet. Quito, too, has her share of entertainment, she sees a gigantic German Shepherd dog, way taller than she, but sociable, off leash and very playful. I don’t, however, let her off leash, because I am not sure she wouldn't fall off the cliffs in her engaged play. When the drizzle sets in, we head back to the car, leave Quito with Ole and head out to Tierra Astur, a famous Asturian restaurannt in Oviedo.

 

The way they pour the sidra is amazing. They hold the bottle about one and a half meters away from a fairly small glass and pour a small portion intoo it. Another part lands on the floor. They say puring the Sidra this way gives it enough oxygen that it tastes good. You drink most of it and leave a bit inside the glass. When the waiter comes to refill, he pours the little remaining rest on the ground and goes about to share another bit of Sidra between floor and glass.

 

The waiter gives us a huge wooden board full of Chorizo, Serrano, some kind of Salami and another bit of meat, and a large variety of cheeses. We eat most of these with a large piece of bread each. Then the table is filled with grilled mild goat cheese topped with a tomato slice - delicious! - and a pan full of gambas and mushrooms fried in olive oil and garlic. The Spaniards even soak their bread with this oil and finish that, too.

 

The meat and cheese board is so massive, it's probably made to feed six. Micki thinks it is a pity to leave all of these treats on the table, so she begins to wrap them in napkins until the board looks well-emptied. We have loads of fun with that.

When we arrive at home, Quito is allright, of course, and it is time to sleep.

 

 

Day Three:

 

This is our major walking day. The sky has cleared up somewhat, and after breakfast  Micki and I go on the dog walk. Micki is in a good physical shape, and we end up walking for two hours. Then we both need a rest.

 

Finally we decide to make pancakes for lunch. We aren't successful in locating flour, soo we find a not so finely ground replacement, but the pancakes turn out delicious. When Ole returns from school, he also thinks they are great, and adds ham and jam.

 

After this feast Micki and I set out to conquer the old part of Oviedo. First we get lost a little, and the tension is high, but then we get back on track, and we discover a few pretty houses and churches. Oviedo is full of sculptures and statues, that is really interesting.

 

After this two-hour walk I have to drag Micki on to another bit of walking the dog, and then the two of us are really exhausted. After all, we have been running around for four hours in total - and we haven't seen a single drop of rain, yippee!

 

Micki takes a rest, while Ilka and I prepare dinner. We always have a royal dinner with a different red wine each night, eat, talk and eat some more in a livingroom that is filled with the scent of many candles burning. Added to this, Ilka is in a very happy mood, because she was praised big time for her wor, by influencial folks in the company.

 

Oh the days are beautiful, especially when the weather is so great.

 

 

Day Four:

 

Ilka is starting her long weekend, and Micki and I are sleeping late. A knock on the door, and there is my wonderful friend with two cups of coffee. Micki loves having her coffee in bed, and until now we have always brought her one while we have sat talking over ours in the kitchen. Now it is my turn, too, and I love the smell of coffee lingering in the air.

 

A look outside, and we are filled with joy. The sun is beaming, the sky is bright and blue, and the air is wonderfully mild. We have breakfast outside on the large balcony, it is so relaxing!

 

Ilka urges us to go for a short dog walk, so we can leave house soon. Quito obeys, she really needs to go do her business urgently and quickly. Then we take the car and go up into the Covadonga mountains. We stop at a viewpoint and enjoy the roughnes of nature. You can see snow-covered mountains on one side, and the lush and green fields on the other. As we continue on the route, you even have snow on one and sea on the other side - it's magnificent.

 

Ilka is scared. There are people with sticks and in boots at the edge of the road, and she thinks they are waiting for the cows that are taken back down to the vally. She is not exactly fond of meeting them while going up the narrow, bended mountain roads. I think, however, that it is safer to meet them inside the car than outside of it. Well, we are lucky, now cows flooding the streets.We stop at a part of the road where the car simply has to stop, and then we continue walking. Quito has a day in paradise. She is let off leash, finds nutricious horse shit, puddles to drink from and mud to bathe in. She is such a child - walks through one to find the beginning and runs through till the other end. We are really waiting for the moment when she lies down in the mud and returns a black, dirty monster. For these two hours, fortunately, bathing and splashing is enough.

 

We rest at another point of spectacular views, at a speedy river. After all the rain in the past weeks, it is filled fairly high with water and heads for the vally in a hurry. We have apples, oranges and another delicious sweet we have brought from Germany, and then Quito starts ahead of us on the pleasant, sunny walk back. We have come as high as 1750 meters today.

 

We rest in a small town further down, were we have some snacks for coffee. The air is so mild that we can sit outside and enjoy. O what a wonderful day!

 

After some needed grocery shopping we go home and end yet another holiday with a luxurious dinner, yet another glass of wine and long talking.

 

 

Day Five:

 

This is to be shopping day, but it starts way too early for me, for Quito decides to chew the air noisily, soo I get up to see if she wants to drink water. Of course, she doesn't, so I go back to bed, toss and turn a while before starting to update this diary. Then I talk a little with Micki,and finally we both go quiet again. I do manage to fall asleep for a little while before I figure it is time to get up. The sun greets us as if he wants to convince us that Asturias is the sunniest place on this planet, despite what the natives say. So we have breakfast on the balcony, take Quito for a little walk and head out.

 

The first challenge for Quito is a real escalator that goes down. I started getting Hapoo used to upward escalators first, but I think it doesn't matter which way we start, and take Quito on this one. She is hesitant, but since the entire pack goes on, she follows and stands quietly on the escalator until I tell her to hop off. The opoosite escalator doesn't work, but I take Quito up on that, just for her to get a feeling of safety or at least routine. We stop in the middle of the climb, walk a few steps, pause again and then walk up. Another U-turnn means another ride downstairs, and Quito is almost as relaxed as a pro. I leave it at that and we head on.

 

We take another close look at Oviedo's ancient parts with a market in the square that was pretty empty the night Micki and I were there, and is now packed with people and merchantss selling flowers, clothes, vegetables and fruits. And then there is a little markethall inside an old building, where they sell all kinds of meat and fish. The blade of one knife has the width of two hands - amazing. The ladies at the fish place have you choose the fish you want and then separate the filets. They wear boots and gloves, are perfectly made up and wear mascara and earrings.

 

We take a break at an outside café and finally catch an ear full of an Asturian backpipe player. This music doesn't sound like the Irish backpipe music, I think the scales and the instruments must be different.

 

Then comes clothes shopping. We walk the entire ladies' floor with Ilka, while Micki and Quito judge the displaying of clothes. I don't buy much, but what I buy is perfect.

 

We go outside again, strolll around and have really delicious sandwiches and coffee at anoother restaurant. At first we are the only ones there, but half an hour later all tables are full and the place is packed.

 

Another shop, we try on and try on, but in this one we buy nothing. The material is great quality, but the cut isn't made for my body. I am soo delighted to see that Quito watches when I hide in the changing room - it means she doesn't want to be left alone - yippee, we are making it as a team despite the escalator torture!

 

There is another part to it on the way back home. This time we take an escalator that is working and carrying people upwards. Quito is reluctant to hop on, but given no choice she follows. I have to position her paws further back from the back of the step they are on, but she gets off nicely and calmly. She is rewarded with a good game of jumping and leash tugging. That reward is really handy, as she is not a leash destroyer despite the occasional tugging games.

 

Back home the wind has knocked over the clothes drying stand, and the sky looks fairly dark. So Ilka and Ole tidy up and take the furniture inside, while Micki and Quito and I take a rest, and I another quick nap. In the meantime the other two go shopping, Ilka sees the neighbours with their little baby, and when I join her in the kitchen, we prepare dinner together. Yet another eventful day is over, and the air is mild and mediterranean. Who cares that the natural seasalt stock nearby is called Atlantic Ocean instead!

Sunday, November 07, 2010

another update before we leave

Hi everyone:

What does it mean when Chris loads a bag full of my food, doesn't feed me
but puts it in another huge box called suitcase? It means that I am going
somewhere. Where that is, I don't know. Chris says first I will meet with my
buddy Rudi briefly, but then we are going to somebody she calls ilka in
Spain. In Spani is a funny name. Anyway, it looks like we are headding for
more adventures, and I really love adventures.
The last few days were pretty quiet. I played with chris, she worked on her
computer from home, and she also slept a lot. She brushed my fur and treated
me with a few bones. I like bones, that's for sure.
I think Chris is going to be busy with the box she calls suitcase some more,
and then we'll see what the adventure holds.
Cheers for the moment, and keep waiting for great stories, Quito.

Friday, November 05, 2010

Finally, finally!

Hey everybody:

The weather has changed here. Whenever we go outside it rains like mad. But
Chris says that isn't all that bad, because it is not snowing and the
temperatures are fairly mild.

these past few days were simply great. We did a lot of things with various
people. One night we went to have food with Silke, and at the weekend we did
so again. We went to the place the call villa during the day. Interesting,
if you ask me, because we usually go there at night. They sat under a heater
that was set up above their table, and they enjoyed the cozy heat. they ate
a lot, while I lay at the beginning of the table, watching what was going
on, until Chris moved me out of the way. But of course, I returned to my
fviewpoint spot and made sure nothing escaped my looks.

After we had returned home, we both relaxed a little, and then Chris started
to talk on the telephone. In most cases I only hear her talking, and what
the one at her ear says escapes me. But I figured out it was a good friend
of hers, one of those I don't know yet. they talked for four hours, can you
believe it? Four hours, and then Chris collapsed and slept in bed. Really,
it is amazing how much humans have to talk with each other. If I stopped to
see if I could talk with a dog, she sould not be amused, I am sure.

Then work started, and Chris was alone with me in our quiet corner. The
second quiet day we left early, because she was not feeling well. She says
sometimes mild and windy weather gets to her head and she needs to sleep
sleep sleep. She surely did, and the next morning had a lot of coffee,
before we were picked up for Spanish class.

That same aternoon Micki arrived, and I had so much fun saying hi to her. We
went into the shopping center for food, and they returned with a lot of
items from there. Then Chris gave Micki a suitcase of hers, and then Micki
left. I really don't like it when Micki leaves, but I had to go to my place
and let her go.

Well yesterday was another great day. We went to work early in the morning,
and before work I was allowed to go run a little. Chris says it didn't
matter, because I was already wet. After lunch I was wet again, and Chris
had to rub me dry. Then we stayed at work forever, and chris says she got a
lot done. Then she got a call and we went downstairs, where we met the
sister Suse.

Suse is loads of fun. We play and I try to jump up on her, and we really
have a ball. I had water from the puddles, and then was put in the back of
Mickis car. We drove to one store but did not uy anything. then came the
second store, and they stuffed a carpet into the car. then we went to the
furniture store, where they looked at carpets again. They bought one, had
ice-cream, and chris strictly opposed to Suse giving me the end of her cone.
She says we are not starting on that habbit - oof! Well that carpet, too was
put in the car and then we were back home. The huge one did not leave the
car with us, but it went with Suse. Chris says it is for Micki, and Micki
doesn't know what the plan is.
The plan is to take Micki on the journey with me and Chris, and when she
returns, the carpet is put out in her livingroom by the great Suse. Cool,
eh? And the small carpet is to be put up behind our couch. Chris says that
will not only look pretty but also help improve the acoustics in the room.
Whatever, I have no idea. It is no food, no pets, no dogs and no play, so I
am out of that talk.
O boy, I was surely tired when we were back at home - and hungry!

I'll see what else I can tell you about the next few days, because I don't
yet know what will happen, and when we are going on the journey.
Cheers for now, Quito.