On
last Monday we went to visit Montserrat, the totemic mountain of
Catalonia that we see every day from Can Valldaura.
It was a day of travelling and a day of walk. We went down “our” mountain at
7:20am and we got back at 1:30-ish am. While climbing up and down
the mountain of Montserrat (between 10-ish am and 6:00pm)
there was
an informal farting contest mainly between A. H. and myself probably
due to the ginormous quantity of lentils we ate for days.
During our
long walks, between the many chats I had with my friends I thought
about farts. Since I also sweated a lot I thought about sweat too.
My farts don't stink. My sweat doesn't stink. Or at least they don't
stink anymore. Why is that?
I
thought that probably
my farts don't stink
since when I
am a vegetarian and also because of my good digestive system.
Regarding my sweat, though, things are pretty different. I
think the reason is that the
bad smell is usually connected with stress. In
the last period I've
been experiencing the best quality of life I ever had.
I am a very relaxed person by nature, however since I live in Can
Valldaura I realized
how stressed I was in the city, with the necessity of being on time
—or in time— in order to do things. Everything.
Go to work. Go
to a concert or a cultural activity. Just stroll between a googol
vehicles with a googolplex
people around with
smog and noises everywhere.
Everything is stressful. Everything makes you sweat. And your sweat
stinks.
But
try and live in the countryside working
every day with other friends.
You might sweat —I haven't sweated that much so far, due to the
uncommonly cold months of April and May— but you won't stink,
because there is no stress in the work you do. |
| Lying in the shade after a half-day work. The music of a guitar, elder flower champagne, some nice chat, a sleepy dog. |
