Unchained Melody
Santiago de Compostela & Combarro. Off to a local café again this morning. I mentioned before how I love the interactions of people, particularly the lady behind the counter shouting “Digame,” literally translated as ‘speak to me’ at deafening levels, or the little old dear who wishes everyone, “Bon proveche,” ‘enjoy your meal’ to complete strangers as she finds a table. I’ll miss this generation.
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Hotel Darrio in Lugo, D’WFR had the pleasure of a night in the basement parking. Of course she had her cloaking device on as well as a disc lock and an Oxford chain lock. The chain lock has history though (it’s a bitch to me).
I’m quite superstitious, but last night I locked the chain on the right of the wheel, not the normal left and guess what, that mother of a thing won’t open this morning!
Picture this: The garage has a timer light activated by movement which stays on for about a minute. Other than that it’s as black as a coal mine. There I am flailing around trying to open the lock with spit and brute force to then have to prance around the garage, waving my arms, to get the light on again. Repeat and repeat and repeat.
Oh how security must have laughed.
After 20 minutes the lock is off and for bad behaviour will stay in the pannier – that’ll teach it! But, again I say to myself, ‘Tranquillo.”
I’ve been criss-crossing the Camino de Santiago since I left the ferry, watching pilgrims slog their way to Santiago. Many a time I’ve chatted and offered a ‘Tuck biscuit’ when I stop by their track. I must admit to wanting to do this myself. I do have a strong personal faith and it’s not unusual for me to be found in a church, Christian, Catholic or other.
I’m intrigued by the motivations of the pilgrims of all ages too. On reaching Santiago de Compostela’s cathedral square I got talking to Alan and Kenny, two pilgrims in their 70’s from Albuquerque who had walked all the way from Cadiz - crikey! For them it was about life’s gratitudes. At the other end of the age scale there are girls jumping in delight for their ‘done’ Instagram picture. I don’t know how they have the energy to be honest.
I’m curious about the whole mass thing here too and it seems the cathedral has it several times a day for pilgrims, but only at special times of the year for the big swinging incense burner (Botafumeiro) or for yours privately at €500 euros.
Well, I’m on a budget so not today.
Off to Combarro now, a beautiful little fishing village in Portugal. But best of all I have a bath to look forward too – thanks Sal.