18.06.2011 - 18.06.2011
Today I pass through Sarria, which signals the last 100km to Santiago. The Camino becomes packed with Spanish people at the start of their school holidays, big groups of teenagers that march along chattering and laughing. The atmosphere of the Camino quickly changes, there are fast moving 16 year olds with tiny back packs planning a five day walk from Sarria to Santiago. 100km is all you need to get a compostela, or certificate of having done the Camino.
French people are hilarious sometimes. They will devoutly speak French to everyone even though it's clear they understand nothing. Many of them will make no effort to speak Spanish even though this is Spain. Learn a bit! I stop walking for the day in a great little hostel in Moimentos, with coloured chairs outside and showers with huge roses that fire water at you not only from above but 360 degrees. It's surround water. Last night I was in a muni (municipal albergue) for 5 Euros with cold showers, tonight I am in luxury, things change! I meet up with a lovely German girl who I last saw a week ago and we swap Camino and travel stories. She tells me her favourite place in the world is Ireland because there are so many different greens, I really have to see this country!
I really feel that I've been living out of a back pack now for too long (it's about three months since I left home) because I've just pulled out a bra to find it's covered with big blue patches of mould like puffy fabric paint. Urgh! Soon I will have somewhere to wash all my clothes and dry them, soon, soon! I hear a great joke tonight in Spanish that doesn't quite translate but I'll try anyway. First you need to know that in Spanish the word anteater translates as antbear, and the word for wolf translates as wolfdog. So, two animals meet in the forest, a wolfdog and an antbear. The antbear says to the wolfdog, “what are you? I have never seen anything like you in my life.” And the wolfdog responds, “I am a wolfdog, my mother was a wolf and my father was a dog. What are you?” And the antbear responds, “I am an antbear, my mother was ...”