It had been a while since I’d seen the stars at night. Luckily, living at the top of a hill in a town none of my Spanish friends had heard of planted me close to nature.
The countryside around the monastery had a few trails littered with spiky plants. After Day One had me picking thorns out of the sides of my feet, I knew better than to traipse about in flip-flops. Every evening before dinner I would go for a walk and eventually forged new paths across the hill. Sometime during week two I started to appreciate the beauty in such a harsh landscape (as well as an appreciation for proper footgear).