Another Day

     Wig here again. Told Laura I was going to write again and she said, "Don't write mean things about people." We started with nine in our group and four have conveniently gone a day ahead of us probably because of me and the other three probably would join them if they weren't so crippled with injuries. Actually those three are taking the bus tomorrow to go further ahead of us as well. Still, Laura hangs with me unconditionally. Susan says it is only because I carry all the money but Susan lies.

      So, a few days have gone by since I last wrote. Let me elaborate. Another day, another Saint's holiday, another rush for beds in albergues, another new outbreak of bed bugs, another blister, another twenty something kilometers of walking, another washing and drying, another new town, another church, another cafe con leche or was that the third one this morning, you know the routine. Can't wait to wake up tomorrow and start it all over again. No wonder Laura is reminiscing about historical data, those have endings. Seriously, we are having a great time. After all, what idiot would spend this much money to repeat all this suffering two years in a row, right?