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... animals, and then plants. Then we came together in larger human groups, and began to build practical structures—permanent homes, then larger buildings for food storage and defense—and then administrative buildings to coordinate the shared work of irrigation and protection. And after those we finally created sacred spaces in those places to worship the divine presence.
There are many variations on exactly how people think ...
... unless you’re in a very fancy place. And it takes ages to get
your bill and pay. It seems that they like having the place abuzz with happy
customers! Very different to our rushed culture.
We found out from the owners’ son that originally, Portugal
was part of Spain and that Portuguese is very similar to Galicean as spoken in
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... ham bocodillo's, and tortilla; at least this time we had also managed to procure paper cups, so we looked a tad more respectable! After suitable toasts to the journey undertaken and about to be completed (and after being overtaken by the rearguard), we headed on for the final assault, to the Cathedral in Santiago. There is no way to describe the feeling of finishing such a journey -if even only for the fact that it is different for everyone. Needless to say, it was a mixture ...
... at tables, but was quiet. One waiter was nice, and one was not, but the food was all delicious. There was lots of fish involved, as well as sparkling wine, red wine and sweet wine, and then of course, dessert. I can't even really remember it all that well now... Afterwards, we swung by Giovanni's café again, and while we waited for him we found Katie again. We all had some herbal liqueur, of which I know no more than anyone else, except it tasted gorgeous, and then ...