Brilliant, brilliant day

17 Days to getting home.
Distance travelled: 92.8 miles
Time in saddle: 7hrs 22 mins
Overall distance traveled: 4041 miles

It's been a brilliant brilliant day...that is not a typing error....it's been twice as brilliant. The heat was on and the hills were there, but only a couple of times. The rest was easy. I started late again as I tried to get my bike fixed for the second time in two days. I even got a map from the hotel I stayed in last night. The shop is no longer there. I suspect gusher is waiting until I get to Birmingham in England to get repaired by people who know...hint hint Lawrence...what are the chances?
The great thing about not knowing which way I am travelling is I have to ask people.....and I ask everyone. The amazing thing is that even though I don't know the language....you have already sussed that...I find a way...amazing. I even have conversations with people and we laugh....we don't know why but we do. I can honestly say that is the great thing about this adventure. I have met people and been in situations that I would never dream of doing in a 'real' world. I would recommend it to anybody. I have had some great directions from people who I didn't know what they were talking about.....pointy pointy is the international language...I love it. Throughout every country I have been to the people are more than willing to help a stranger.... it really does restore your faith in human nature....naff I know but I have experienced it and it's true.
I have phoned a few people today...I am doing it more as I get nearer home. Even if it's only a couple of minutes it makes hell of a difference. My phone bill will be Horrendous, but to be honest I don't care, I will sort it out when I get home. I always remember as a teenager my dad saying that he would give all his worldly goods to be able to speak to his mum and Dad for one minute. I didn't quite understand what he meant...I do now. I would give everything to have my mum and dad at the finish line on the 22nd August. I am sure they would be very proud....and all I would want is one hug. It's the same with family and friends, they mean everything and I appreciate that more than you imagine. That is why I can't wait until the home coming(sounds very American....sorry) but you know what I mean.
I didn't enjoy Spain for the first couple of days, I think I was not in the right frame of mind. I love it now. The towns and cites are fantastic and I will definitely be coming back. The atmosphere is unbelievable and so relaxed.The roads are less complicated ...once you know which way to go and the people are lovely....great stuff.Even the prostitutes are lovely....no I didn't take any pictures what do you think I am?...OK but I didn't have my camera ready....leave it.
I am in a place called Benicario, which means I have turned another section of the map.....it means a lot to me. The town before this one is called Peniscola....yes girls you get a drink too....an interesting place to stay I should imagine.
I've been fed, watered and yet to be rested but all is wonderful with the world at the moment...I feel a bit guilty feeling so good...but I'm not counting my chickens just yet. I am sure there are lots of surprises ahead....I will let you know.