St. James Way

43rd Hiking Day

On the way from Agés to definitely Burgos. Yesterday I met my French friends Valentine and Meg again. Sitting there by the side of the road while I took the climb. What a surprise! Warm hugs. The girls are fine. Seem to have met a nice group. Probably the same group I met in Belorado (note: liqueur made from elderberry). Today we will have to say goodbye to the good Nadaf in Burgos.

Forza, mes camerades. Defy the storms, go against the wind. With a straight look into fate. I want to be granite. Hard and smooth. And Burgos will bow to me. I feel the spirit of this metropolis, how it wants to compete with me. A bloody work. On devil's wings. Madness, be the only reason. Come on, you bloody morning. It's time.

In any case, enough of this reiki and yoga crap once and for all. With tarot and ascendant shit. It has to come to your mind instantly that the wires are crossed there.