Salty and sour!

The ignorant traveler was given a hint by his very competent, attractive, and always cheerful editorial staff member that his unworthy corpse is parked next to a village that he must visit!

It's not because of the breathtaking beauty of the houses, the elegant landscape, or the nice people.

No.

The name of the village attracted the fool like a fly to the excrement of a well-nourished ox.

Peniscola!

Yes, the cultural, landscape, or any other offering of a country is naturally irrelevant!

That's where the Gaijin has to go!

So, in the morning, the first thing the unworthy traveler did was go to the village sign to have a little photoshoot, then the unworthy traveler thought that the day before he had visited some poultry and rice and both taste as uninteresting as dipping a penis in cola.

Uh...

...hang on, maybe the ignorant one doesn't know enough about that, a different example would be better:

...as if you had a beautiful, garlic and caraway-scented, greasy, crispy belly in front of you and the idiotic cook forgot the salt!

Off to the sea salt factory to take a look at the stuff.

The unnecessary presence had his blood pressure rise just by being so close to so much salt!

What huge piles!

So, imagine you're a tiny little fly, happily and carefree going along your way and all of a sudden, the neighbor's Bernhardiner begins to curl up, pant, and drops the biggest pile of his life on the meadow!

Of course, so much goodness raises your blood pressure!

Today, my blood pressure was also raised for the first time by choosing an inn, but how!

I'm an idiot for actually paying 58 euros for a bed in a youth hostel!

It just wasn't communicated very well, I couldn't find anything good and it happened after an hour of searching around.

So, I trotted there in the afternoon, took off Berta's harness, and sent her to the pasture, sweating like a pig, dragged myself half dead into the room and there were some ratty hairs in the bed, the room looked like a mess, the air conditioning didn't work, and the internet seemed more like a nice but unnecessary gadget.

Some of the possible, maybe, and perhaps problems were fixed pretty quickly and you might think that my slightly sour expression was helpful.

What an interesting Rorschach test it would be in the room if a blacklight brought a little light into the darkness!

The traveling one thinks that the entire Dalmatian herds are having a joyful party on the walls...

P.S.: You don't need a blacklight to see my mistakes, they are obvious!