Some heavy snoring last night ... hospitalero protected in the small room in the corner ... big cupboard really, but all is relative and gratitude essential ...
A convivial breakfast with a table full of pilgrims ... Luisa in early to help ... two cyclists and fifteen walkers having departed, two of them up to the Picos, time for some exercise ... round to the lighthouse, a sign asking you not to kill yourself ... after that you are on your own, without barriers at the end ... elfin safety combined with taking responsibility ... another sign advising that collecting shellfish is prohibited to the public ... protecting the livelihood of this fishing town ...and a church packed with Sunday Christians ... a sole beggar waits outside, casting an eye over possible competition ....
Lola is tired ... looking forward to a week off at the end of the month ... this place was buzzing once, her mother and father running things, with Lola and Claudia's departed father helping ... now she has them to care for as well as four year old Claudia ... and the pilgrims, seven days a week ... Luisa supports, plus random volunteers, but the responsibility is hers and it is too much ...
Surfers out early, like seals in the distance ... some decent waves ....cloudy start .... warm enough though ... a coffee and mid-morning blogging at now regular cafe ... small glass of coffee and pain au chocolate regular order ... routine re-establishing ...
Family meal, Lola's mum and dad, brother, sister-in-law, nephew ... later sister and brother-in-law arrive ... more family than pilgrims so far ...
Candele from Argentina arrives, then Nils, last seen in San Sebastian ... after late lunch, stretching the legs and find Donna from Derry ... that's just three ... quiet after last night ...
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