June 25, 2003
In Evisa
This day surprised me when I went over the journal and the photography log. I had forgotten that we stayed two nights in Evisa, taking a layover day for a longer hike. I had remembered the hike, and all of the wild pigs we encountered along the way. I'd been thinking that this was a shorter walk in the morning and then we biked to Corte the same day, but I'm sure now that I was wrong about that. We took a longer hike, and then relaxed in the afternoon in the hottest part of the day.
By far the strongest memory of the day was at dawn - another one of my favorite travel memories that I've told friends of countless times. Sometime before sunrise, we were awakened by the sound of a herd of pigs squealing below our window in the street. I imagine it was the same small group that wandered into the Aitone Hotel when we arrived in town yesterday. It lasted a minute, and then they moved down the street. Then, nothing for another five or ten minutes. Then, we were reawakened by the same group. This went on for a half hour or more, and then we heard a pickup truck drive into town. As it passed through, all of the pigs followed after him as a train, squealing excitedly. I think it was their breakfast wagon.
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