My feet were aching, the climb -163 stairs- pained my muscles, blood was pounding in my head, and I felt exhausted. I cursed to myself of ever wanting to climb the spiral staircase, and my thoughts escaped to a big glass of cerveza, which I surely would buy after descending to the ground again.
Dry in mouth, pushing sweaty hair straws from my eyes, I leaned over the edge of the roof. Sierra
I sighed; the breed of tourists had no sense at all. Instead of sitting in a cosy café chair, sipping their wine, they climbed to a clock tower of a church.
Then the sun came.
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