There is one lesson I learned today:
My poncho is to heavy.
Ponchos tend to build their own weather underneath.
My tshirt gets wet..and cold.
I have to improve this next time.
When I entered Sarria, I remembered that city..
Damn, there are huge steps waiting for me.
Looking back and writing this down, it seems so easy, but on the way, I died again and again.
But the alberge again was really nice and ..yes..awesome.
Quite a good view we had here.
You could see and here pilgrims walking by on the road.
Here in the alberge, O paid for his clothes to be cleaned. All of his clothes and some of mine.
this was a huge pile of stuff. And not dry next morning:))
After dinner, we had one f the best cheese cakes ever!
M told H and me her cunning plan, which men when to get
Whine is such a effective talking medicine…:))
And O painted me on the cover of some pilgrims magazine.
Even I was fooled in the beginning.
Later on, the girls danced for us.
Camino, Sarria, more Sarria, View, more View, Dancing, H, Pilgrims Magazine, more Dancing
Schreibst Du jetzt für Deine Pilgerfreunde alles auf englisch? Oder hat das einen anderen Grund?
Ich schreib aber nicht alles auf englisch, was die pilger nicht interessiert kommt auf deutsch rein
Now I haven’t the choice with my two men… It’s not so funny! I have to wait for the Julien… But I’m not sure you remember exactly who is Julien!!! Oh everyday I read your blog, it’s good for me… Sometimes I think it was a dream, but it was the reality! Oh my god… Too much cervezas, vino tinto y calimocho (how write you this word?)!
Was Julien the first one..or the married man?
I remember that cheese cake!
The married man… I have the time to have fun… Yeah…!!! Gracias por el kalimotxo…