Location: Mansilla de las Mullas, Spain, Next to some serioulsy heavy smoker old dude. (I need a bath now. Yuck!) And listening to a very cheesy Spanish Soap Opera. No te quieres!!! Nunca!!, I never loved you, Never!, Whoa!)
Date: 09/25/09, 4:33 PM
Ok, I awoke in Villasirga to the sound of pilgrims exiting. I was the last to leave. (Later dudes. What no goodbye?) I quickly got ready and was ultra psyched to learn that there was free breakfast. I grab some bread smothered it with margarine (haven´t they learned maragarine can kill you. Butter is the way to go dude!) and jam. Created a crazy cup of coffee with chocolate powder, and a scoop of some other unfamilair powder. It wasn´t crack. Jammed it all in my head, packed my stuff, and went downstairs. I took a moment to get a picture of Darth (Gunner) and his wife and he then took my arm anded pointed out the different stars in the sky. (And, I thought I was touch-feely.) I resisted the urge to have him say ¨Luke I am your father¨one more time and bid them both a very fond farewell. (They were really cool folks.) I walked to Carrion de los Condes as fast as I could and counted my blessings as I went. I also had some time to consider some of the great mysteries of life. Like why do they call it a ¨White Sale¨ its not all white? Or why do we say ¨pair of pants¨? You can´t buy a single pant? Or why does my brain think of such shallow silly things (Please no comments on this point)? At any rate the morning was cool and the sky was a rich blue as I reached Carrion de los Condes and found a panderia/bar. I stuffed myself on a pastery called pasas y nunces, drank coffee, and made a post to the blog. In the throws of a caffine and sugar rush I stepped outside considering my next options. It was comforting to find out that the sun was now blazing as hot as ever (not). In what can only be called divine intervention (which appears to occur on a daily basis with me as of late) I spied two pilgrims across the street. One of them I recognized. It was Dora (the explorer) from Hungry. I navigated the busy street to meet them and say hi. Dora told me that we could take the bus to Sahagun from here. This was perfect. That would allow me to catch-up a bit and make Leon by Sunday or Monday. I was totally down with that. Bought my ticket killed some time (transalation had a beer) and waited for the bus. Bus was late, but no matter, I savored the divine intervention and enjoyed the ride. On the bus meet another American, Jonathon who was born in concord, NH. During the bus ride I fully embraced the new policy of Ahimsa and resisted the urge to kill the flies that were trying to torment me. We arrived in Sahagun found a cafe in a beautifully shaded park that sat at an odd corner and was shaped as a long thin triangle. I then had a beer and tried a local spirit called ärooho (or something like that). The spirit is served chilled and is only indiginous to this region of Spain. (Yeah, because it would explode if it ever got to room temperature or if one tried to transport it. My tongue is still numb.) I then decide to have a more repectable drink a gin and tonic (much better, more civilized). Went to the albergue picked a bed, explored town, found the plaza mayor, ate an awesome meal, made post to blog, and then went back out for a coffe and bought some grapes. While drinking coffe at the same cafe as earlier in the day I encountered some very elderly woman who said hi and wished me well on the Camino (they wanted my digits). I then went back to the albergue washed up, laid in bed, and called Abigail and Xavier. To my surprised the voice that answered the phone (a young 9 year old girl) said that I had reached a doctor´s office and wanted to know I wanted to make an appointment. I quickly asked for one next Wednesday told her to tell her brother I said hi and that I missed them both and would see them soon. I went to bed and had a dream about having to by a scarf (adding this to the list, Yo). The next day I walked to El Bergo Ranero.
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