Marcus and Eva are leaving tonight and taking their reserve with them. Izekiel, who is Jose’s best friend and one of the local instructors, has ordered me a reserve bag, but Spain being Spain, there’s more chance of finding a crackhead in the Vatican than it coming in the morning, even though we have already been waiting a week or so. One of the Swiss accro guys who have been hanging out here breaks a bone in his wrist in a top landing accident on the dodgy rocky surface that looks so minor you wouldn’t believe such a thing was possible. Its a small but painfull fracture that will need 3 weeks to heal. Bummer. I’m thinking I need a smaller wing and have to visit England for a short time soon so will see what’s for sale at our club. A small DHV 1 methinks squire. Marcus and Eva come by that evening to say goodbye, leave me a copy of some of our flying including my laundry day and yesterdays dodgy top landing and begin a long drive back to Germany promising to keep in touch. They are cool peeps and I hope they do.