Gosh If I am tired and make mistakes please forgive me. The routine and continuous journey seems to make everything swim. Speaking of which, when the day has finished and you check in and collapse on the bed, you open your eyes and look up at the ceiling. It goes in and out like a kaleidoscope for a while. So bizarre but I think its because the road you travel is mostly a stony track with small stones and bigger boulders. So your head is down most of the time before you look up. It’s almost dizzying. You may think that it’ s unnecessary but if your foot hits a stone and twists or the camba of the pathway changes …it is so difficult . So when you arrive your vision is going in and out because the pathway is still in your brain.
Naturally I was on the third floor in Santa Domingo del Calzade but who cared because there was a lift!! There was no restaurant of course so after all the recuperation ablutions, washed and changed, I sauntered out. It was only 50 yards away but a bar beckoned with its cream parasols and a fountain in the middle. Here was fine place to recuperate and write. I looked up at the fountain. It was concrete and some sort of phallic shape dripped into a scallop shell…but no matter ..I was sat down and the olives were coming and the massive G&T went down like silk. Not so much the meal. Paul and Fiona had booked evening meals everywhere so I just tagged along and paid my 11/12 euros….But we were so hungry. Dinner was 7.30 but I thought it would be a good a idea to go early and wait outside!!! It’s just not the Spanish way. I think I was eating the walls when the poor girl arrived, I even switched on the lights for her and gave out the bread. Bread takes on a whole new meaning on this marathon of marathons.
You have a choice of the pilgrim menu and unlike me I had a first course of pasta, followed by fish and creme caramel. It didn’t matter…I was eating…tomorrow was another day. Sleep or being in bed for more than 8 hours is bliss.