Day 5

Casa Raichu is run by a very, very sweet lady whose name I forgot to get but she did my laundry and folded my clothes and put them in a gift bag outside my door. I got a very good night's sleep without all the albergue noise and close quarters. I forgot to mention that I met my first cursillista coming down the mountain of Forgiveness, Kenny from El Salvador now living in SF, California. We compared cursillo experiencs since she is RC and they sound almost identical except for the separation of the sexes. I also forgot to mention that I walked out of Pamplona and up and down the mountain in my Crocs because of this:

The blisters are covered by a compeed plaster that is supposed to be just the thing for blisters..

As I leave Obanos my feet are ok at first, then more blisters start developing. I walked for a good while with Lori from Minnesota who had spent some time in Montgomery when her husband was stationed there.Even with my limp I soonoutdistanced Lori but that is expected behavior on the Camino. I ate lunch (ham and cheese sandwich) with Rolf, a nice young German I had met in Pamplona.

We walked along an old Roman road and overtook the Bigatti sisters.

Here is the road.

Rolf and I went on to Lorca where I got the last bed bed in the the albergue. My roommates were four young Korean  men one of whom fairly quickly confided to me that he was a Christian who was walking for discernment about what to do with his life. He had given up cigarettes and his job as a financial analyst for a Korean bank. We had a long conversation and I was very supportive and encouraging about his efforts to live as a Christian. Maybe the reason I was called to make the Camino was to talk to that young man.¿Quien sabe?

Here's the albergue  with Lori at the table.

Here are some other random shots.

Here are some shots I took earlier that day as I went through Puente La Reina.

This is a stork on its nest. This is where babies come from, Annie.

That's all for now, folks. Tomorrow is "Agony and Ecstasy".