The mist mystifies...and makes me wanna dance!!!
The rain stays away and the sun comes out to play. The slackpackers have also come out to play! Sarria is the starting destination of most of the Spanish. The bare minimum that they have to walk to obtain their compostela. Seems like the Spanish like to do the bare minimum in life! The Camino that is revered in Spain is lost on these individuals who only want the compostela for their CV. The meaning is totally lost. The take away nothing and their minds are as littered as the landscape they disregard! It is sad and annoying at the same time.
We have a short walk today...just 20km to Portomarin...but wait...what is that I see in yellow paint in my path...stadig...kyk links...we have arrived at the SA albergue and Transvaal litigation is still the custom! So kak and betaal! We are declined the opportunity to use the bathroom as it is for peregrinos who sleep over only. After 45min deliberation we use the bathroom. It is great but the shower looks even better. Only 8 beds...mmmm...this could be nice. After another round of discussions we are convinced by twisting the rubber arm...we are staying for the night.
The evening menu is altered just for us to incorporate a rib braai!! The shower is more than incredible...it has jets massaging you! Pure bliss...oh how the camino allows for small pleasures! Once our clothes are washed, we are in the kitchen helping prepare dinner! The neighbour Carmien arrives for quality control. It is too festive. Banter is thrown around and lettuce is fetched from the next door garden!! The food is prepared and the ribs are on the fire...feels like home just before we go home!
We are 5 pilgrims, Gordon (hospitalero), Merv and Rev (volunteers)...and of course the curious neighbours. A feast is prepared and it is amazing!
The neighbours want me to drive them to the Lugo festival and I would love to...but not so sure on being caught without my license! Marie Carmien gets fed up and leaves. But Carmien stays and has us in fits of laughter! I love this community living. Gordon and I stay up late chatting and the conversation flows freely as though old friends. I really hope to see him again.
Vilacha has warmed my heart and I´m sure this is not the last I see of you.
PS - A beautiful old toothless man gave me a flower today...my soul is blessed!
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