SPANISH UPDATE

Hello people.  A Spanish update if you will.

Currently in a place called Belorado.  Great hotel with a river of trucks going by.  A riverfront room, you might say.

Getting more into the rhythm of walking, finding places, etc.  After a winter of walking, 20 something k a day is no big deal.  After a lifetime of random abstractness, finding places is still a very big deal.  But I have discovered the secret:  more money.  More mon=more fun, at least on the short term.

The weather in the last bit has been an issue: cold and wet.  I'm sure the farmers love it, but the pilgrims don't.  You've all been cold and wet in your lives so I won't go on about that.

Here's a funny story.  I met a fine fella from Calgary (won't use his name because I didn't ask).  We're sitting in the admissions area of our hotel, which also doubles as a bar.  Like everything else in these parts. 

This Calgarian stands up to get a glass of wine, and he asks if I'd like one.  The thing is, if you've read previous posts, you'll know that my health took a mysterious downward turn a few days ago, and there was some conjecture that booze related a fib might have been the culprit.  Conjecture.  Anyway, that was a couple of days ago, and this chap is offering me one, and and...well, ok. One shouldn't hurt.

There's a lady sitting at the table with us, and somehow the subject of a fib comes up. Don't remember how.  Anyway, the lady shares that she also suffers from a fib and consequently abstains from booze, caffeine, etc,, as any sane person would, and as this is being discussed, my wine arrives courtesy of the fine guy from Calgary.

So I sit there looking at it, and as the conversation progresses, it emerges that she was a nurse in cardiology, and is grappling with the sight of a fellow a fibber taking wine.

How do you like that?  I try to sneak one past my longsuffering heart and there's a cardiology person sitting right there.

So I apologized to the wine buyer , who graciously let me off the hook, and I didn't have it.  I think my heart skipped a beat in appreciation.

And then we had some laughs, and I drank some water.

And that's life on the trail.  Main lesson learned so far:  spend money on good rooms.  If you don't, you'll end up two feet from somebody who snores and underneath somebody who farts and wakes up yelling from bad dreams. You don't want that.

Onward.