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... and they enriched my Camino so much. I am sure we will see each other again.
You may also notice that my little Spanish growth had disappeared. It was driving me nuts!. Also Jules wasn't quite sold on it as she saw on TV where it was stated that there are more germs in your facial hair than are on your bum! That could have provided for an interesting welcome home kiss at the airport!
And remember...."Actions speak louder than words." Me.
... not you have to admire the incredible history set out before your eyes. There was a queue to put your arms around the Apostle James’s statue and I found myself in line. The statue itself was something to see and I wanted to experience the whole sherbang. Sue opted for waiting outside so if I get my wish of winning the lottery she’s not having any J On the way back to camp we called at the local supermercardo and picked up various ...
... we walked past the airport serving Santiago. Then, the woods gave way to asphalt and concrete. Next, the view became mainly suburban buildings and residential communities. The decent into Santiago was startling with a lot of street traffic, the smell of exhaust, noise, and concrete. After spending so much time in rural Spain, the change is rather depressing. After walking several K through the city we arrived at the Cathedral de Santiago. We found ...
... grew as the date got closer. So, I guess that would qualify for a calling. And I guess I just wanted to tell him that I'm glad he called.
Before I knew it, I was heading up those worn marble stairs again. This time, I knew where the Apostle was, and was not as hesitant. I waited for the person in front of me to finish, and I ran right up, threw my arms around him, and laid my head on his shoulder. I told him I was glad he called. ...
... and bumped into Markus and Sitske and some of their friends at a bar, so we joined them for a celebratory vino tinto and tapas. No sooner had I sat down than Margaret showed up so she joined us, as did Marina from Switzerland. Cheryl decided to stand in the queue for her Compostela and Sharon and I decided to look for our hotel and check in.
We met Manuel at 7pm outside his hotel and six of us went off in search of somewhere to eat. We found a tapas bar, A ...