a bicycle race...
or into a herd of cattle.
Oh my, it took us at least fifteen minutes to drive around these 20 or so cows. There were at least three times that many up ahead. Mom tried to speed up the process by yelling, 'marcha!' at the cows. Gaby enjoyed the view. He rolled down his window to holler a friendly 'ayo!' at the animals while Mike snapped some photos.
My mom and I began to wonder if we should've turned right instead of left from the restaurant in Cosio. Oh, but we were laughing so hard the tears were pouring down our faces. Jaime pulled up beside us, "Are you sure we're going the right way?" We weren't sure.
The farmer (cow herder?) confirmed our fears. We were indeed going the opposite direction from Puentenansa. We had to turn around on the narrow road between these animals. In the meantime, Jaime, Dad, and Jeanne were behind us. I knew Jaime would not be amused. Mr. Zippy Dallas Driver, Outta-My-Way, Drive like the Spaniards, Horn Honking, Tailgating, Haven't Got Time for a Relaxing Country Drive with the Damn Cows brother. That's his car.
"We'll meet you in Covadonga!" he yelled at us as we turned around between cows. He got trapped by this cow and could not turn around as quickly.
This tickled me even more. Why do I take such pleasure at his grouchiness?
1 comment:
oh how fun! glad you all figured out where to go in the end :)
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