There is a young man from Germany who is staying here. I thought he had latinized his name, like I did with “Juanita,” but no, he is genuinely called Carlos. He and Stef are the only ones who speak English, and my Spanish was better than his. This morning. I swear, he is improving by the hour. But he is working harder at it than I am.
Anyway, we were talking and I told him my story of an encounter with a bull. The story was prompted by this.
Not only do you not really see that many sheep in Texas, you definitely don’t see them downtown!
So Carlos told me about HIS encounter with some bulls.
But first some info about Carlos. He is only nineteen. He graduated at seventeen and has been hitchhiking off and on ever since. He also is with Workaway, but he will only stay a week or so.
Anyway, Carlos told me that a year or so ago he had a hammock. He and some friends camped near a meadow and he hung the hammock from some nearby trees. They all slept without incident and in the morning they were making pasta in a pot on their campfire. Suddenly the owner of the field opened a gate and here came about 30 bulls running straight for them! They all ran away, leaving all their stuff, and the bulls ate the pasta. They had to wait until all the bulls had left to go get their things.
It’s not a camino story but it is a story. My first for the new book. I hope to get many more.
Travels and Adventures with Jane 