Portomarin – Palas de Rei (19er Mai)
In the meantime i learned to distuingish between the different nationalities. On the way i recognize some english people. Their are quite white, only their carves are sun-burned degree 2. Quite enthusiastic they are jumping down the descent. “They just must have been started now” i think. Later on i get in touch with them and i was completely right. I think when they will learn something, then it is the way their body will react in such a case. Im sure, when they will continue like that they soon will meet Mr. knee, feet and blisture in one of the next albergues.
When the camino teached me just one thing, it is about to listen to my body and my instinct. As soon as if i feel pain i will stop and not try to make the next 10km, even when im in a group, always to take care about the signals you get from your system and not to take any painkillers to gild my pain with ignorance. I have seen dozen of people who even after 3 weeks complain about feet problems and walk with taped feet.
Arriving in Palas de Rei i recognize a quite attractive girl. My mood let me start to whistle Lambada, few minutes later we get in touch. She does not know anything about the pilgrimage, so i tell her about the origin and my experience. As we get closer to the city i offer to sit somewhere, as she suggests to go to the close cafe. Suddenly my alarm starts to tell me NO NO NO, i always avoided such places as they are mostly for consumption and do not expose any serious or spiritual talks. Im fed up with all that superficial talkings which are mostly coming up at this places, but finally i agree and we take a seat over there. Few minutes later we meet Antonio and his filmteam, they sit down at table. It gets quite funny and we enjoy the mood by drinking some sidre. Soonish some known faces drop by and ask me where i stay, because they recognize my rucksack next to the table and its already after 5pm, the albergue is about to be full. But i just smile to them, cuz today the weather is so great, that i find myself a place in the open. Today i will avoid a noisy sleep with other pilgrims and better enjoy the morning singing of dozens of birds instead of the snarching of dozens of pilgrims. Furthermore the galician meadows formally scream to sleep on them.
After the second sidre i have a glance at the city court as i recognize a pilgrim with a quite big rucksack arriving at the place. He just watches few seconds around the plaza and continues walking further. “Im quite sure he sleeps outside” i think on myself and i cannot get myself silent anymore to miss the chance to get in touch with him. Minutes later and with the help of the Sidre i tell the people at the table to take care about my rucksack, i will run after him and see if he likes accompany. My spontanity is at a quite high level and so i catch him at the end of the city taking a small break. He offers me a beer and so i found my new travelmade: Richard from Germany, well done – the Camino made me move and act again. After im running back to get my stuff and buy some bread for my last meal before Santiago. Its time for my new experiment to hunger 3 days before reaching the place. I read that the senses can get quite sharp if we hunger a while or at least do not eat that much like normally. I gonna try it and so i enjoy my dry bread before putting my tent in the green wide open of a galician sheep field
