Close Encounters

We bumped into ‘Jesus’ yesterday. It certainly looked like him. This morning Gareth was pondering about the conversation we had with the guy. It was a strange encounter and he did tell us to move Hymer, ourselves and the dogs to higher ground as our parking place was in danger of getting washed away in a flood zone. We heeded his advice and Storm Gloria hit Spain a few hours later bringing snow to higher ground and more devastation to the Costa Blanca.

Where we met ‘Jesus’ 

Our Spanish ‘Jesus’ had conversed with us for a good while as we stood together on the sunny beach near Mojacar. In perfect educated English he spoke about many things including the breaking up of the EU, and countering my reference to the shady tactics of Putin, told us how Putin has done more for his people than any of the Western leaders have done for theirs. He maintains that capitalism is a failed project and that Europe has shot itself in the foot (we can’t argue with that). On our way back to the van we joked that he is probably a communist and possibly a Russian spy.

This morning, out of the blue, Gareth told me about having seen the guy watching us yesterday as we returned to the van and then turning to walk the other way along the beach before suddenly disappearing!  As I’ve said previously, Gareth isn’t often given to flights of fancy, being (mostly) very rational, but the encounter has left him with the feeling that it is somehow meaningful. And the oddest thing about his telling me so is that I had just been reading about synchronicity! (“The Positive Psychology of Synchronicity” by Chris Mackey, if you’re interested, and, btw, Gareth wasn’t aware that I was reading it!).

     

Sierra Espûna in snow
(Thanks for sending the pic, Sue)

Sierra Espûna starting to bloom

                               

 

Well, if the encounter was meaningful simply in terms of getting us to move somewhere safer, then it’s helpful but not that synchronous. We already knew that the weather was looking bad for Eastern Spain so we’d hopped down from El Berro and have been making our way south along the coast towards Almería and Cabo De Gata. However, our ‘Jesus’ guy has left a lingering impression. I’ll let you know if there are any further significances arising from it.

Right now I am writing this tucked up trying to stay warm in the van. We’re in an aire near Carboneras - motorhomes huddled together sitting out the remains of Storm Gloria. Gareth is making a start on his tax return, the dogs have accepted that a hike somewhere interesting is not on the cards today and my mind is wandering instead (it does that a lot). It was a wrench, leaving El Berro and the friends we’d made there but when we adopted this lifestyle we wanted to travel, and just as in the journey of life, knowing when to move on is what makes for adventures. I am, however, rather glad that we avoided the adventure of being washed away in a mud slide 😳

El Berro 

Imagine this in pouring rain or snow (El Berro)