6 nov

A day writing about factor investing. Too much of a good thing isn’t good. What does that say about too much of factor investing? Ah well, it provides the means for another month travelling, I suppose.
Today was probably the bloodiest day in my life. Must have killed more than a hundred flies. And while I am writing this Julie is swatting away. ” I think I just got the last one, honey.” She just said (good title of a song) But the swatting keeps on going.
But then. At least 25 degrees, probably 30 (high 80’s) clear blue sky. I had a dip in the (closed) pool. Julie had asked if the pool was open. The girl from the campground (more than 500 spots, we are the only guests right now) hesitated and then said: no The fence around the pool was no real obstacle for my long legs so that is exactly what I did between the second article about factor investing and the third.
Talking about renewing of energy. There are solar panels everywhere on this campground. Makes sense in Spain, I mean 27.5 degrees in early november, Julie thought she got a tan today.
But then there are all these windmills. In Holland and England there are the discussions about NIMBY’s. These things should not be in your backyard. Well, these windmills are large, but on top of the hills they are kind of an asset to the landscape. They suit it. Nothing wrong with it. Yesterday the wind was blowing like there was no end to Catalunya. I tried biking to Montblanc. Going down the hill, against the wind, was harder than going up hill with the wind in my back, returning to the campground.. I wonder what Newton has to say about that. Wind is a more powerful force than gravity, I guess. Or at least there is a sliding scale between the two of them.
Electricity, that’s what it is all about. While cooking today Julie exclaimed: Isn’t it a wonderful thing!, the cooker is working. Well, there is a reason to be amazed anything is working in this van. Let’s talk lights. In the beginning there were a few lightpoints that would work – after a little bit of juggling and pushing.
After two months travelling, there was only the light above the stove left. This is not enough to survive on, at least not when you do not want to go to sleep at 8.30.
Somehow the electricity to our lamp above our tables/bed has disappeared. We can not find it anymore; the electricity. Someone before us refurbished the whole camper and hid all the horrible leaks in the well-rotted frame. But behind the pleasant dark carpet on our ceiling there are lots of hidden problems. The leaks we dealt with, we think, but the electricity circuits still beat us.
Bought some new lamps today. They bring us … Light in darkness….happiness in despair…. But at a price. These lights do work, but we miss the old atmosphere from the old lamps. So we put the old lampshades over the new, way too bright, fluorescent lights.
What does it matter. The sun is guiding us, I suppose. We’ll stay in Montblanc for another 24 hours and after that will chase some real Romanesq Spain – or Catalunya, as they would like to believe it is called here.