Last night's supper was delicious, filling and proper Spanish late ... though staying up past bedtime is optional and overeating also ... nevertheless a late awakening and some digestive discomfort were the not unexpected consequences ... breakfast served by Michele at 8 was just us and earlyish walk to lighthouse rewarded by peace for brief meditation, sending Patty's portion of Spain across the ocean for re-integration ... a plaque commemorating Stephen Hawking, the quote not his most profound ... bottle filled at the magic mountain spring ... Guillame and Delphine on the way up, having arrived yesterday ... and home to find the water is off ...all over town ...
Leo offers Fatima some ayurvedic massage ... fascinating and full on conversation at supper revealed background as functionary in wealthy monastery, existential crisis, discovery of dangerous heresy (that we are not separate) ... some old stories integrated into higher truth ...
Out for fishing pilgrims coming in from Cee ... coffee and juice at yesterday's terrace, already recognised as firm friend ... warm encounter with English man, Spanish wife, gorgeous twin boys .. have holiday home here and based in Marbella ...
Two sets of German pilgrims already have reservations, raising topic for today of what we mean by proper pilgrims ... please allow the exploration, it is free from judgement ... maybe best drop the proper for a start ... and bear in mind personal experience now includes reservations, onward baggage, comfy bedrooms, buses ... and never reached the freedom of wandering without money ... perhaps the purest state, though not without problems ... applying discernment, recognising perception as always subjective, feelings of fakery sometimes arise.... dear Richard, recently deceased, had sharp analysis of freeloading as contrasted with freeliving ... he owned that role in past hippy life ... coming from some place of lack, accompanied often by addictions ... and adoption of other strays, human and canine ... sentient attention essential for validation, of course. .. authenticity maybe subjective, but often its opposite emanating from the frequencies of the entity ... anyway, dear readers, you may recall Juan, Argentine Peace Pilgrim and Juanma, part-time hospitalero, perceived here as pure ... others perhaps playing the game less convincingly ...
Santiago itself full of pilgrims of course ... by plane, bus, car, bike, horse, foot ... starting from Le Puy, Vezelay or beyond ... carrying belongings in rucksack or sending ahead each day ... seeking austere Albergues donativo, cheapo, a little more for more comfort. .. sleeping out, with or without tent ... level of assistance dependent on physical and sometimes mental capacity ... starting points also, and sometimes taken in stages according to holiday time from slavery ...
Topic to be continued ... evening meal to be prepared, teamwork with Nora, the answer to Simone's prayer yesterday, though he is late returning ... group photo of very convivial and slightly earlier supper for you ... sunset ceremony planned, but clouds intervene ... maybe tomorrow ...
I do believe you succeeded in sending the tardy part of me back. She arrived early evening. Thank you. Re: Proper Pilgriming: I never thought of myself on the Camino as proper or improper. I found it much more enjoyable than many of my other life's journeys particularly the heavy emotional ones. Having already received my wandering penniless badge as a voice from the wilderness early on, I am more than happy not to do a sequel. The only suffering I experienced was in my feet, legs and back after walking for hours. The road itself felt inspirational and I felt a loss of energy every time we wandered off of it. It showed me all of Life is a Camino, really.
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