Friday, August 3, 2012
I realize there is no way to capture the spirit of the town of Molinaseca but it reminds me of a summer town in New Hampshire we were in one time long ago. Kids swimming in the river, old grand dads pushing their grandchildren in little vehicles. I'd say it's a Rockwell Americana, but it's Spain.
I wanted to sit outside this morning and write so I found a cafe and ordered a tea. I was there for over 2.5 hours and watch the store owner give 1/2 his store away to strangers walking by. He gave me the internet password of the building that I was sitting in front of. I bought a couple of peaches and tomatoes, a bottle of water, and while ringing it up, he stopped and gave myself and a Japanese pilgrim several slices of his most expensive ham. He also brought me olives while sitting at the table. His wife brought me a peach that had been soaked in brandy.
As I paid, the dad asked to see my Credencial, which is the passport a Pilgrim uses to be able to stay in the albergues. He stamped it and then pointed to his father's picture on the wall and said, "Mi Papa!" The stamp is of his father. Pretty cool, eh?
This is a picture of a flashlight I found. The first night on the Camino, way back in Ronceville, the guy who was in the bunk below me left it. It has it's own generator which powers the battery via a crank. It has been very helpful! It makes a whirring noise that is annoying if you are trying to sleep, so I have to make sure I crank it before going to sleep or turn it very very slowly in the dark.
Kids kill me. There is a very shallow river to play in, but they play in the little canal next to it. Kinda like playing in the box that the giant toy firetruck comes in at Christmas. The little boy is Jose and an equally wild hare. He and Marina are going to be talked about for years!
Speaking of toy firetrucks, here is an example of what I was writing about last night. This "car" came through the restaurant as I was eating dinner. No one cares. No one over reacts. Very peaceful and enjoyable. A real family feel.
“To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all.” ― Oscar Wilde