When I first came across these two forlorn benches in a small
corner of an even smaller village outside of Valencia I was a little perplexed.
Why bother? What purpose could they possibly serve? Then I came to the obvious
realization that nobody likes to stand while watching onions grow. I can’t
remember where this was, just some damn village somewhere on just another bike
ride. I wish that I could be there right now. Don't you?
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