I get to my hostel, albergue, hotel? Who knows. I don’t care except there is no answer when I ring the bell. Frustrated I walk round the corner where people are eating outside and there is a bar attached to the area. I go up to a small Spanish guy who is working his socks off.
”I want to check in but there is no-one there” I say….
`’It’s me, he says, I do everything, I will see to you, I have breakfast, we no close, dinner here, anything you want, kitchen no close”
I’m mortified …again …. as he frog marches me into the hotel and …carries my case!!! It’s always there when I arrive, no matter what time!!! I’m humbled yet again.
My room is lovely and with a little bath..Yeah!!
I wash the socks and everything else, I saunter to the outside area where Mr. Super Worker is doing everything and write….with an Agua con gaz and a vino blanco!! Well you have to don’t you?
Its not long after that, when I decide to saunter down into this one horse town. Its one street and its very medieval. I reach a bar and there I see Dawn.
”Hey, its you, “she hales…I think she has forgotten my name. But she is larger than life and sat with a lovely Spanish brother and sister….how does she do it?
We all rabbit away in several languages. Marie-Jose and bald but lovely very large Cesar.
Dawn asks me…
”Did you see the live chickens in Santa Domingo Cathedral?”
Well I didn’t….I had read about it but didn’t get in there..
” Oh well, you know the story she says?”
No I don’t.
‘Well! She says…’…the story is that centuries ago..a young man moved into the area. He worshipped at the cathedral of Santa Domingo. A young lady of the village fell in love with him but it was not reciprocated!! She is so hurt, she plants a silver cup in his bag..which is found. He is guilty of stealing and he is hanged !!!
A while later his parents visit to find that he is ALIVE!! They march to the Mayors office and proclaim…you arrested and hung my son for something he didn’t do but he is alive!!
The Mayor is sitting down and eating his cooked chicken for dinner. Your son is no more alive than this chicken on my plate he says…at which point the chicken becomes alive and flies away!!!
Santa Domingo had saved their lives so to this day…there are live chickens that live in the cathedral!!!
We rise and go to the Irish Bar!!