26.05.2011 - 26.05.2011
As you can imagine, amongst the 100 people sleeping in bunk beds in the church hall several of them were snorers. Last night was like something out of a warped horror film with at least 9, (count them, 9), different types of snorers and a thunderstorm. Not that you could really tell the difference between the storm and the snorers. The man sleeping next to me became a character in my nightmare; with great big turbines of snot and a face like a deep-sea-fish with chomping teeth and a belly that churned air as though it was processing meat in a grinder. It was terrible on many levels. But I still slept and now I am walking! Buen Camino to me, buen Camino to me, buen Camino to me-e, buen Camino to me.
This is so much fun! I set off at 6 o'clock in the morning through a mist of dewy green trees and windy paths. They have crazy slugs here that are called Iberian Snails, they're fat and disgusting and black or brown. The snails though are beautiful, buttercup yellow or brown with decorative white swirls and patterned black shells. They're like designer snails with Gaudi shells. Our snails at home use their shells for camouflage but I think Spanish snails use their shells to look too good to eat.
At the end of the day I feel great. I relax on a four hundred year old bridge with a Dane, an American and a beer. “I feel fine” I say, to the laughter of my American friend, who responds; “Yeah, but you don't run the first mile of a marathon and say “oh, this is alright, I'm not having any problems!””