St. James Way

65th Hiking Day

Which is exactly what happened. Today on the way from Negreira to O-something. Galician rain really is the best. How we walk through ancient forests and on narrow paths. You can hear the rain trickle down on you with a nice sound and through the canopy. The good thing about it is that here you have rain free breaks in between.

Like one moment ago. I had 10 minutes to write minimum. And by the way: thank you that I was able to spend such a nice evening with Valentine and the group yesterday. Edoardo made spaghetti carbonara for the whole crew (9 men). Completely with eggs and everything. Hats off to the way he managed it. It really tasted great. I still remember the time when I was trying to make a cheese omelette for Yam in Norwich. God, that was so embarrassing. Much too oily and, above all, much too salty. And while she was coughing all the time, her flatmates came in and asked her if everything was okay. Seldom sweated so much.

Plus I had an interesting conversation with Juliette.

But to be fair, Galicia absolutely sucks when it just pours down all the time and with every step you can feel the water in your shoes. You can't sugar-coat this with romantic observations. But whatever. It's 33 km today. Rain, wind, thunder and lightning. It doesn't matter anymore. In addition, I am currently writing with the voice of Wolfgang Herrndorf. What else is there to say? The end is near. Emotional state remains stable. And now with the sun shining, Galicia is beautiful again. I don't yet have the feeling that I have (appropriate to a nearing end) to put out the big literary guns right now. I'd rather have a little smoke. Oh God, on the right hand side I can see how the next dark grey wall of clouds rushes up again. Better keep reading a bit in the French booklet before it's too late.

It seems appropriate to me that I walk the last bit to Muxia on my own.