Saturday, August 11, 2012
Day 37 Camino de Santiago Aug. 11 Arzua
The town I stayed in last night was Palas de Rei, or Palace of the King. T'wernt a palace, and t'wernt a king in sight. Town was nondescript...which means I won't bother trying to describe it. Dinner was nondescript as well. Looks like they're gearing up for a big festival. For a country with no money, they sure like to party like they've got money. I can hear the Germans as they continue sending the Euros....
German - "Vas its das? Eine party?!?! Again! Nein! Nein!!
Spaniard - He's right! SIESTA!! Everyone take a break!!
Within 50 miles of Santiago. Don't know what to expect or what to feel. Part of me is happy to have that feeling of accomplishment and another part of me is sad to have a great learning experience end. I guess it will never end, if I don't let it. Listen to me, waxing on like I'm done. There's still 50k more that a lot can go wrong. I'll get all sentimental at k maker 0!!
In the middle of a field in the middle of nowhere, (sounds Dickenish) was a woman washing clothes in a public water basin. I was looking at her thinking, "Is this a tourist attraction? Did I just walk into a Galicia Colonial Town, aka Williamsport?" In all of Spain, this is the only one that I've seen. They way she was scrubbing, I don't know how the clothes last??
Another albergue...that was 'complete'. No problem... Just uphill 2k more to the big city.... Found a great little hotel, which cost more than the albergue, but I'm not sharing a room with 40 folks. It would have been nice in the pictured albergue as I would have been able to soak in the river. No problem...I soaked in a shower.
This is the river. Not too deep, but deep enough and cold to bring the old knees around. Actually, the body seems to have adjusted. I've named my backpack/trip - "Walk n Roll". I have to admit, I have a nasty habit of naming inanimate objects like cars, backpacks, houses, etc. Also learned to quit trying to change my feet. If I wear a band -aide, I don't get blisters. I was trying to toughen them up. They won the fight. Now it's a morning ritual, four band-aids and start walking.
One of my favorite scenes is the grand panorama. It's so.... so... Arizonaish, isn't it!! Here it is in color and in black and white.