. . . when I was a pilgrim, arriving tired and hungry at the albergue and finding nothing to eat until late evening was a trial . . . at Monreal, for example, everything was closed until 6pm and the woman at the bar said we could eat at 7.30 . . .she produced a four course meal, which lay heavy since it was bedtime when we finished eating . . . so, today, taking a break from being a writer, I became a cook . . . made Pilgrim Soup . . . enough for the first few arrivals anyway . . . I have loved receiving food along the way . . . now I can offer it . . .
. . . the first pilgrim arrives . . . Albert from Barcelona . . . he seems pleased about the soup, though he hasn't tasted it yet . . .
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