July 6, 2015, the first Monday of July, was sunny and breezy.

Dear Diary, Greetings to Alina.

The Pyrenees, the natural border between France and Spain. There is a miniature country called the Principality of Andorra. The focus on tourism has led to the development of large and small shops, making it known as the Land of a Thousand Shops.

We are visiting this pearl of the Pyrenees to participate in the historic Pyrenees International Festival, between France and Spain.

According to José, Andorra is a place where ancient and modern meet, not only with a developed modern service industry, but also with a quiet rural landscape, which retains many of the ancient European agricultural lifestyles and customs.

The International Festival of the Pyrenees features not only local folk performances, but also French and Spanish folk song and dance troupes. After all, the festival was founded in 1961 with the aim of rebuilding cooperation and trust between Spain and France, drawing on the more than 10-century sisterhood between the two cities of Yaka in northern Spain and Ollong Sainte-Marie in southern France.

As someone who loves the distant and the unknown, I am very happy to enjoy this festival as a tourist. José seemed to know my mind very well, and he proposed and finalized the plan for this trip.

I have to admit that he is very pleasing to me. Before leaving, he had already found all possible vocal music, dance, instrumental music, performances and other programs about this festival on Wikipedia, which made me look forward to this visit. He also took care of my sense of security, and took advantage of the summer vacation to invite a few classmates to accompany us. It allowed me to let go and enjoy the trip to the fullest.

I thought that if he would still be able to satisfy me until the end of the trip, I would agree to have a relationship with him.

Of course, nothing is perfect.

When I learned about the Pyrenees, what I looked forward to the most was actually the view of the Pyrenees National Park. On a warm summer day in the Northern Hemisphere, there are countless beautiful butterflies fluttering in the meadows of countless starry wildflowers under the snow-covered mountain tops and babbling streams.

It was really a breathtaking view, that was the real distance, the real unknown, that, what I wanted the most.

Jose didn't understand my mind, and it's no wonder that he was a clumsy boy, how could he understand the delicate feelings of a girl.

However, I'm not the kind of girl who likes to pick and choose about life, and I can understand his intentions. If it works, I mean, dear journal, then the next summer vacation will be for me to take him to enjoy the beauty of the Pyrenees National Park. I will let the people who love me understand me better.

Well, the bus has arrived at the site. It's not early, and we have to rush to the hotel for the rest of the time, so let's finish it first.

See you tomorrow, dear journal.

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On July 7, 2015, it was cloudy and drizzling.

Dear diary, you know, as a person who grew up living in a coastal country, I always hated rainy days, always looking forward to, enjoying, sunny weather.

Indeed, when I woke up to the sound of rain today, I was a little bored as usual. I'm a person who can't keep things in my mind, and I know that, and José sees it. I could feel that he was very careful when communicating with me. He was attentive to my feelings, but it only gave me a sense of relief, and I was so focused on the flowers and butterflies that I was worried that they would be ravaged by the wind and rain.

But that's not what I'm going to tell you. The old tune of being in a bad mood on a rainy day is something you don't get tired of listening to, and I'm tired of talking about it. I would like to say that it was a situation that allowed my mood to become sunny in the gloomy weather. Yes, it was a wonderful circumstance, and I might even call it a surprise.

It was on our way out of the hotel to the festival site.

We all carried umbrellas, but when we went out, we realized that it didn't seem necessary. There were only a handful of travelers on the road, carrying umbrellas like us. Most people walk under the canopy on the side of the road.

Yes, the streets are full of shops, and on rainy days, they all set up roofs in front of their homes. The canopy is wide and long, so wide that there is only a gap in the middle of the road, allowing the rain to fall, and it is long enough to connect with the roofs of the shops on the left and right, leaving no chance for the raindrops to take advantage of the loopholes. Yes, how could Andorra, where business travel is developed, not take into account rainy days?

After putting our umbrella back in our backpack and enjoying a delicious breakfast at a local restaurant, we set off again. It wasn't until the roof of the performance venue was faintly visible in the distance that we met a group of beautiful people.

That's how the story began.

They were graceful and graceful, dressed in sky-blue, elegant robes and wide-brimmed hats, like fairy-tale elves. I suspect that they belong to a song and dance troupe, or a drama troupe.

Not to mention a few of our single male classmates, even me, couldn't help but be fascinated. The boys had all accosted me, and it was worth mentioning that José withdrew his eyes and was still standing firmly beside me. It's really gratifying, I have to admit it.

These big boys, the clumsy skills of the talking, I can't bear to look at them directly. When people encounter embarrassing situations, they generally choose to avoid them, and this is no different for me. However, just as I was about to talk to José about bypassing them and heading to the venue, something unexpected happened.

In fact, this is also reasonable. Those beauties shirked several times, and began to show helplessness, but these boys didn't seem to notice this at all, like gummies, they couldn't shake it off. And so, something happened.

A girl dressed in a traditional local costume, who seemed to be a local guide invited by the girls, bypassed them and came to the boys and scolded them. You know, dear diary, if that's all I have, it's better for me to let these boys learn a lesson than to persuade them myself, and then they will complain.

But the problem is that the girl has a big white bear dog with her.

As she spoke fiercely, the large dog began to bare its teeth and growl. It's going to attack, that's the first thought that pops into my mind. At the same time, I could clearly see that the girl in the traditional costume was also very surprised and at a loss. Afterwards, I guessed that she might be working as a tour guide for the first time, and she didn't expect that the situation would get out of control in an instant with the excessive deviation of her attitude.

Jose stepped up and it was my first surprise. But the surprise was followed by the worry. Seeing him walk towards the boys, I could no longer choose to ignore them, so I followed him and came to the girls.

Strange, strange.

When I came to the center of the confrontation, the big white bear dog, which was still grinning with its teeth, was sitting on the ground and breathing, and its tail flicked one after another. I was surprised, Jose was surprised, the boys were surprised, the little girls were surprised.

But that doesn't mean we don't need to apologize, José apologized first, and I followed him. The beauties laughed, laughed tremblingly, laughed us like a spring breeze, strange, their laughter was not embarrassing at all.

The last one to apologize was the girl. After that, they naturally invited us to go to the show together. It wasn't until then that I realized that they were also tourists who came here to play, and they were dressed like that, but they were just happy.

José and I, along with a few other couples, joined their group. And what about the bachelors? I guess they were scared? They each found a reason why they didn't want to go with us.

Visiting the festival with the beauties was the second surprise for me.

In each show, they can give unique interpretations, revealing a lot of details, which greatly enriches our experience when watching. Moreover, they are never overpowered, but always follow our feelings and extend downwards to derive deeper meanings. Especially for me, a person who knows nothing about folk culture and is interested in distant and unknown places, it is of great help.

I think I'm a student at an art college, right? I'm sure I guessed right this time.

This day was a day full of harvest for me. Not only did they have a distant story, but they also got their friendship. Yes, dear diary, we have all agreed to be with us tomorrow.

By the way, today is really a day that I can't get enough of.

Good night, dear diary.