Judith and the Beatles
Trip Start
Jun 13, 2007
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Trip End
Jul 10, 2007
Corcubion,
Spain
Thursday, July 5, 2007
We passed through Cee on our way to Corcubion. After our night in the horreo we were worried about getting spots in the 20 bed albergue in Corcubion. We arrived way before the opening time. I stayed, holding our spot, while Martin went back to Cee to buy a book (having given up on reading The Thought Gang and being quite bored without reading material).
I was dozing in the sun when the French and French Canadians arrived. We'd seen them a few nights before, but they did not cease to amuse. The French guy seemed around thirty and was so stereotypically snobbish towards the non-French
I am a cat
. He asked and so I told him I was American. The reply? "America, bah!" It seemed that he and the two French-Canadian students had met randomly and determined to walk along together. Anyway, he was also quite derisive of them. Those three set about washing socks and arguing under a copse of trees a few yards away. I went back to sleep.At last the albergue opened and we were subjected to the hospitality of an English woman, Judith. She rattled on and on about various and sundry topics (including her participation in Beatle-mania back in the day).
We went on back to Cee to purchase beverage and breakfast at the Carre-Four. The walk from Cee to the albergue was so very lovely: a long narrow path and perfect views of the sea below.
That night we were party to the first communal meal of the walk. Apparently it is less and less common for these to be offered. We all sat down together and ate lentils and fruit and bread and maybe some other food which I cannot recall. Next to me was a German woman and then there was the French guy across the table, still criticising Quebec-ans. I think someone was from Scandanavia and then some others from Germany
Martin climbs
. Judith's husband spoke mostly Spanish (being of that nationality) and Judith prattled on in English about grandchildren and so on. Martin, down and across the table, was bothered by another German woman who tried to engage him in conversation. She asked him some questions, for which he provided non-answers: "what are you?" "oh, I don't know what I am." Finally she left him alone. At the end of the meal there was general, good-natured bantering about the doing of the dishes. Of course the comment was made that the men would retire so the women could clean up. And, of course, as when any male in the 21st century makes such a comment, the men then proceeded to take over the washing and putting-away. Actually, it seemed the lot mostly fell to the French guy and his sorta friends. Martin lent a hand at one point and Judith's husband, Florentino, pronounced him a "good boy". This guy, Florentino, that is, spoke almost no English, but on hearing that I was from PA he proceeded to say something about Philadelphia and the "Amis": most impressive. 24 km
albergue - 5 (?)
