Great Story

Greetings from Marc.

I am loving having Arizona paint pictures of Spain in my mind. Thank-you Sweetheart.
Here is a journal entry AZ sent to me. Enjoyable to the last word. ILY

nicole has been typing for about an hour and i´m so physically tired i was starting to get impatient. luckily a man came in earlier and asked how long she would be on then told him i would be using it next and be on for an hour. i was laying on some chairs with a blanket to make it comfortable while waiting but i realized i wanted to sleep.

i have 7 toes covered with moleskin, bought some here in spain but it is worthless and seems cheap. i got lucky when a young guy and gal from reno, nevada came and got beds next to us. we got to visiting and then talked about the things we use for our injuries; i told them about my moleskin and about spain´s moleskin and they told me they had tons. at first i declined and they insisted, so i said i´d buy some from them. oh no, we have a gallon size of moleskin, we´ll just give you some; okay we´ll talk later.

i´m so tired i´m not even washing my clothes tonight, just a shower and that´s it. let me tell you about last night´s stay at the albergue: since we were abviously the only pilgrim´s that stayed in this albergue for a very long time as all the people in this village seemed to come out of places just to check us out. when we arrived there was a note on the door to go to the XANADO bar to pick up the key: that should´ve been our first clue.

we went to the bar which was very dirty with a little language difficulty we got a key and two cokes. when leaving the bar there were several young men sitting outside in a patio area of the bar, as we walked away someone clapped (second clue) and we went away raising our eyebrows with wide eyes.

the albergue was across the street at a very nice local park, we felt we were on display. when we opened the metal door, again we raised our eyebrows with wide eyes and laughed. it looked as though no one had slept there in a hundred years. as i said we felt we were on display, we didn´t know what to do. i told nicole i´m glad she was along i think it would´ve been too spokey for me to stay alone, we laughed and agreed for both of us.

if we left it would be another 6 km´s and didn´t know it was too late. we decided to stay. honey, it was weird. no place to eat, luckily we had a food, olives, chips and a coke...we were good to go. we ate in the park while the local high school boys´`played racquet ball with their coach. soon, the local teenage girls´ came and sat behind us, no one talking to us, just looking, old people, young people, the guys over at the bar. it was very weird!

we had windows that were open and envisioned the entire villiage peeking in all the windows watching us during the night...like in a stephen king novel. we left a light on, it was just too, too weird. i´m not washing my clothes tonight, but we do have to eat.

tomorrow we will be in leon, meeting andrea at 7 pm. i hope we get there really early, it seems our time is so precious. we have´t seen him in 5-6 days and may not much more so we set a time and place (at the cathedral).

my heels, ache, not enough padding, and my neck is killing me along with my shoulder muscles. i have someone waiting in line for the computer and need to go. i love you and miss you so much. RILYA - i´ll call - AriZona