If my math is right, he was 78 years old when he died on the trail. That's amazing that he was even on the trail. Wow! I can't remember what I've written in these blogs so if I repeat myself, just move on. Sorry! There was a Korean kid who saw me carrying my backpack and said,
Korean - "You... uh... you...
me - thinking, come on spit it out!
Korean - You ... uh... you are my hero!
me - yeah well you need to get out more!
Korean - you... uh.. you.. are sooooo old and ... uh... your pack is soooooo beeeg!!
me - where's this going but?
Korean - when I get soooooo old I want to .....
me - keep talking and you won't have to worry about getting older
Korean - I want to be able to carry such a beeeg pack when I am sooooo old like you.
me - how do you say, "up yours!" in Korean!!
Talk about irony, or coincidence... There's a guy that I've been bumping into on the Camino since way back when, named Dermot. He's Irish and a real stitch. I ran into him the other day and knowing that he sleeps outside often I thought that this green sleeping bag was him. It wasn't .
Neither was this stork's nest either. They are an amazing builder! Where do they sleep when they are building these things? They are huge, as in 4 feet across. Seldom do I see them fly, but I saw this one fly to his/her nest.
At the restaurant, they had a souvenir shop that had many things I would have bought if I didn’t have to carry or tote them for another two weeks. I read in my book about a tradition that if you say to the clerk, she will give you a free glass of local wine and a tapas. Being the only one of the three of us, Sonnie, Dermot, and myself, to speak Spanish, I smiled at the girl behind the counter and said with my best accent, “Tiene un vaso de vino por un peregrino que esta muriendo de sed?” (Do you have a glass of wine for a pilgrim who is dying of thirst?)
...and she laughed at me and said, “I don’t speak Spanish. I’m from Germany, but I am familiar wit dees tradition!” and she brought us three glasses of wine and a slice of ham pie, like shadon! There were three other waitresses and they were laughing as well. It is good to make people happy and it made for a great evening. There was a huge wedding going on and we sat by the kitchen. Every time a waiteress would bring a plate of appetizers by, I would smile and say, “MMMMMM, muy bueno!”, and eventually, they would bring us a sampling. Que bueno!!
"It was the best of times. It was the worst of times...what!!! Talk about trying to cover your butt!"