Peregrino

The walk itself is rough, up and down and the trails are so hard and dry and rocky. Then one walks across the romains of a Roman road or bridge and wonders about the many people that have crossed them.
I stopped at a little village called Villambista, and was greated by a great black bearded bartender at the village bar. He made us a great sandwich with olives all the while blasting Bob Seger from his computer and other rock and roll. He aske d where I was from and on answering Vancouver he said ´´oh Burrard Inlet and Gastown¨´ Seems he had been a cook on a ship. And the out ran a little Siamese kitten about 10 weeks old a twin for my own little Lucy.
The churches continue to amaze me, the age of them from the 10th century on. even the smallest village has a notable church. The art and sculputures and the alters, construction is amazing.
Posssibly the greatest thing anout doing the camino is the people. We some how comunicate in spite of the many, many languages. I have met many fine people and you bond with them. we seperate for a while but often meet again