Well today was just another day of endless vistas of lush verdant farm land and forests. Yawn. J/K. I climbed another mountain today with the usual steep, rocky down hill. The uphill came first thing this morning do I was good to go. The downhill lasted most of the middle part of the day and the steep down hill was the last two hours. I prefer the steep downhill to be at the end of the day when my knee will have a chance to rest after, instead of at the beginning of the day when there is still a days walk to do after it gets cranky. We have two more days of thousand foot climbs and downhills and then the last three days are pretty level looking.
Galicia has Celtic roots and you can feel it in the air and see it in the lush green pasture with grazing cows. The air here is brisk coming directly off the Atlantic with little to buffer it. But it is the epitome of fresh air, fresh and crisp as a fall apple. I have to have some pulpo (octopus) while I'm here, as well as their thick hearty soups. Apparently there is a dish with the local cheese and quince jelly. I must get busy eating local stuff and not my usual Spanish stuff. Actually, tonight I ate American junk. I ate a whole roll of double stuffed Oreos. I guess I just had a sweet tooth, or maybe a whole mouth full of sweet teeth.
Today I went into a small bar and had a diet coke. After drinking about half of it, I went to the rest room. While I'm in there I here this loud demanding voice in the bar, then someone (loud guy) tries to turn the door handle and when it won't turn, because I had locked it, started shaking the door. For a split second I thought he was going to break the door down. My peaceful moment disturbed, left the bath room and sat at my table to finish my diet coke. Meanwhile, loud guy is still talking in a loud demanding voice. He's with four other people who don't seem to be saying much, couldn't have heard them anyway. Well I decided this was not very relaxing, so I left the rest of my diet coke, put on my back pack picked up my walking sticks and headed for the door. They were all leaving at the same time and I hurried to get ahead of them out of range of loud guy, that would have been at least a mile if I hadn't had my iPod and earbuds. I was so irritated and walked so fast I made my shins hurt. Guess I showed him. After chewing on this and the fact that these people were Los Sinmochillas (those without back packs,) I calmed down enough to ask myself how long I wanted to rent space in my head to this oaf, said to myself, it sucks to be him and proceeded to enjoy the walk at a more leisurely pace.
The fact that some people choose to have a service drive their luggage or packpacks from last nights hotel or Albergue to the next, allowing them to walk unencumbered doesn't usually bother me, but it does seem that they are a little less mindful of their fellow travelers and a little less "part of" but everyone is free to experience the Camino however they want.
Anyway, I hope he finds something out here that softens his voice. lol it is said that if you are prideful, the Camino will humble you. I have certainly found that to be true in a number of ways on many occasions in tn past fifty days.
Well, nitey nite.
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