today i needed to change my everyday routine, so i've driven a hundred kilometers south to spend the day in the Delta of the Ebre River (uh! this translation sounds very strange for me!)
i consider this place as my particular bluesland. i enjoy driving throw the rice fields listening charlie patton or son house like if i was around clarksdale (MS) driving throw the cotton fields.
there was a celebration there: local people planted rice
in the traditional way. There was music, people and loooots of mosquitos. It was very very hot and Pàmpol went crazy looking for some shade. As he has been a good boy, he has had a big reward!