Andalusia

The dusk was falling when I arrived in Andalusia. I was really tired, and I needed to find a place to spend the night with my sheep, so I found an abandoned church. I talk to my sheep all the time, but the most frequently thing I talk about is a girl lives in Andalusia. She has been in my mind since I met her.

One year ago, I arrived at a village in Andalusia. My money ran out so I needed to sell some wool. I went to the shop, but it was busy and the merchant asked me to wait until the afternoon. I heard a voice when I was reading a book. It was from a typical Andalusian girl. She was the merchant’s daughter and lived a boring life in the village where each every day was the same. She was very curious about the way I read the book. We chatted for a long time, and I suddenly had a wish that I could see her everyday.

But her father showed up at last, I got the money and I left.