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So many stories written in my head while the gravel crunches under my feet, the wind dances around me, the sun strokes my cheek, the road winds and stretches over the hills in front and behind and I listen to the soothing sounds from my iphone... Pure joy. I walk with my two new friends, one from Holland one from Germany. We gravitated towards each other and without discussion silently agreed to walk in step, although at times each at his or her own pace.
We've adjusted to the basic daily routine so quickly: get up in the morning, bunch sleeping bags back into covers, brush teeth, repack the bag (everything in plastic ziplock bags in case of rain), put on the clothes that do not need a wash yet, strap up the boots and leave the albergue in search of the day's first cafe con leche and perhaps a croissant or tostadas for breakfast. Then we start pounding the path and usually in the morning, there's a lot of laughing. We've adjusted to a new language altogether, which Koen and Kai have named 'caminese': this is a mixture of dutch, german, english, afrikaans and spanish!
When we walk together it's fast and our pace makes up for the fact that none of us wake up particularly early! So we pass a lot of peregrinos every day, and when we take our long breaks over another cafe or a shared pan with jamon, alioli, oliva aceituna and queso, they pass us again. Just for us to pass them once again a little later to make sure we get a bed in the next albergue!
Arriving at the destination the first thing is either a shower or a vase de vino tinto. And so it goes...
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