31.05.2011 - 31.05.2011
Today I met a quirky group of Irish people who have heated dinner conversations about whether they should be forced to learn Irish in schools or not. I am adopted by one of them (who already has five or six Camino daughters) and I sit at the table and try to understand their accents. They drink a lot, and ask they drink they become more and more difficult to understand. I learn a little bit of Irish; oiche mhath agat is goodnight, slàn is goodbye and sláinte is cheers – not super useful when you're trying to learn Spanish but practical for flirting with cute Irish boys.
Leaving Logrono is really nice, a huge park stretches out around the city with lakes full of fat fish and red squirrels jumping in and out of trees. There are so many greens here, but – I am assured – not as many as in Ireland. I leave the parkland and head into fields of unkempt grasses where little red poppies balloon up like early morning kisses.
There are so many strange coincidences and signs that you hear about while doing the Camino. It's strange but wonderful at the same time. So many people that meet here meet again in following years. There are loads of couples doing the Camino that met here years before, and a few days ago there was a wedding in a town here between two pilgrims. They met here four years ago, and then decided to get married here – they hiked all day to the church, the bride put a veil on, walked down the aisle and got married! Their family flew in and met them at the church, and passing pilgrims were welcome to join the ceremony.
I get to Najera and the showers are cold. All the girls have decided that yelling makes the water temperature more bearable so lots of shrieking can be heard from the bathrooms while we grit our teeth and wash as quickly as possible.
There is a crazy Italian guy here who speaks five languages and mixes them together like paella. He makes friends with everyone along the way and particularly likes one German girl. He is sitting with her and bets her that he can kiss her without touching her. She says “no way, it's not possible.”
“Yes, it is” he says “I'll bet you a beer I can kiss you without touching you.”
She agrees to the bet. So, he kisses her, touches her, and buys her a beer. “Works every time” he says.