Rose from Albergue Delfin predicts a rain free day, though after 20 minutes a few drops bring her forecasting skills into question ... the afternoon persistent rain confirms she should stick to running the excellent albergue ... she also tells of a new route being developed, the Via Mariana, from Braga to Muxia, with blue and green arrows ... maybe another time ... meanwhile, following the Camino Santiago route towards Santiago proves tricky, since the official markers are pointing the wrong way ... or maybe .... anyway, there is a relaxed approach, with options at 20, 25 and 30 ... and plenty of pilgrims walking the wrong way, or the right way if you're following the markers ... a chance to engage folks with a little conversation ... pilgrims and bar owners ... and the Italian couple last seen in Berducedo ... a very warm and unexpected brief reunion ...
On the Mariana theme, news comes through about a fire at Notre Dame, a big church in Paris, named after Our Lady, though a cause of dissension, since the other Mary in the Jesus story was his wife and written out of history in that role, since sex was shrouded in shame and celibacy elevated to a point of principle ... with all the ensuing problems of suppressed sexual energy which we don't need to go into here ... well, it's a pity about the fire, but nobody died and in the end all these redundant forms decay, their purpose long since lost ...
Recent observation and reflection suggests a relationship between the weight of the rucksack and the weight of the thoughts in the head, or wherever they hang around ... not so strange really, since the relationship between possessions and peace of mind has long been accepted ... more is less, less is more ... everything is nothing, nothing everything ...
Semana Santa is well underway, lots of Spanish pilgrims on the road, though at Casa Loncho, there is space in the albergue and private rooms too ... the decision still in the balance whilst waiting patiently at the bar, with passports ready ... a tired and assertive peregrina arrives to jump the queue ... checks in to the albergue and makes the decision to choose a private room for a little peace ... and radiators to dry the clothes soaked during the walk as well as socks washed in the shower .... playing a stereotypical role, the peregrina turns out to be from the Benighted States of America, and later manages to miss the late arriving tired and wet peregrina and jump in front of her too ...
Feet feeling fine after morning dressing with lip balm and pads from Nil ... stomach griping a little last night after supper of beer, banana and a bar of chocolate ... complaint confirmed by this morning's evacuation ... needs of the temple, which is whole organism, demanding more attention ... oats for breakfast, soup for lunch, lentil soup and salad with boiled potatoes fits the bill ... feedback tomorrow, though feeling rather full .... still, it's early enough yet, time to digest before bedtime ... tomorrow Negreira, maybe more ...
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