In two weeks I fly to Barcelona, spend the night, fly to Pamplona (If that sound familiar it’s because that’s where crazy fucks run down small medieval streets being chased by bulls).
I spend my second night in Spain there then the following afternoon I will meet up with 17 complete strangers. From there we will be bussed to a small town on the French Border to begin what may be one of the strangest trips I’ve ever done. This coming from someone that rode a bicycle across America (3,500 miles and 7 weeks) and just recently jumped into an underwater tank so he could watch Great White Sharks swim by eyeing him for dinner. At one point in my life I lived in Madrid, but now I am going to (literally) walk across Spain. The countdown has begun.
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