Lots of things, actually; meetings on some governance programs, a dinner with the governor at his house, and of course serious discussions with our Spanish counterparts which happened to take place in the cantina. But every day we packed our stuff, went to the airport, listened to the plane circle overhead and then get farther and farther away, and go back and unpack our stuff. The first photo doesn't really show you how low the clouds and mist were; most days you couldn't even see these hills from the PRT, and it was quite cold, barely above freezing, with a constant drizzle. Mostly we just tramped around in the mud.
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