As there is no more space on the road, a Spanish guy…he had all his teeth!!! came and sat beside me. With no aside to him at all, he leaned over to see what I was doing. He sees the pictures of Leon and proceeds to talk away in Spanish to me. I explain
‘Poco Espagnol, Signor”.. but he takes no notice. The Irish girls are in bulk laughing at me. Yvonne interprets…
”He says there ar so many women on the Camino”
So I turn to my new audience and flex my bicep saying,
Mujeres…strong!!” (We women are strong)
They laugh so my new mate is encouraged and broaches the subject of Brexit. What can I say, I am in some tiny village in the heart of Northern Spain!!!
So I pretend to slit my throat in a gesture and proclaim that I am Spanish. They loved that. All my 12 apostles laughed and giggled, some with more teeth than others and it was a good time!!
”Anyway, I am from Liverpool!!” I say…they loved that. Then there was a football conversation..or melee …as everyone spoke at once…but they knew Liverpool!!! Job done.