by Captain Bradley
I love stories.
Not fiction. Real stories.
Real people doing what they do and not afraid to share it.
Walking every day across the north of Spain certainly offers a lot of stories, given generously or slipped in maybe by accident. Maybe not.
Two tough gals from Germany 🇩🇪, over fresh paella, made my first communal dinner this year much more interesting and entertaining …
I text my daughter about her German experience and both women were so cool 😎 about it. They knew exactly where she had lived and served outside of Munich.
I’m not quite half-way through this Camino and I cannot possibly transfer the conversational interaction between myself and around two dozen or so other pilgrims. Mostly Italian this time, then French, German, Spanish, English, Argentinian and Hungarian…as seen here….love them all……
Just 2 happy Americans and they were married, thank God.
This is the greatest place in the world to really find out what other cultures think of our American culture AND their own. Same the other way around. What this Americano thinks about Espana and the man who’s name shall not be mentioned. Abundant honesty is here on the Camino, since we may never see one another again. Or will we????. Walls come down that way.
Perfecto! This IS the wonderful space to escape America and all of her current dysfunction right now.
A deserted island 🌴 would work well too, but Spain 🇪🇸 has varied scenery, sweet people, delicious tapas, pulpo, vino tinto, and cervesas. They keep you going after a long half-day of walking 20-30km and afternoon siesta.
And dinner. Sweet peregrino dinner with Italians all..
I will really miss mi amigos , Nicoletta & Filippo , dos kind & sweet people. I ❤️ them. My Love and I have our Italian friends when we sail their way. Jump on our catamaran, you two lovely friends!!!!
A little more than two weeks and I will walk or limp into Santiago and get my next Compostela in Santiago.
Then back to Madrid and fly home.
The Camino is at home too. Trails resemble the peace and the chaos of regular American lives. Cars rule the day. Schedules rule the lives. Nature is slowly paved over. Progress is profit over peace. All very American.
I prefer any alternative to that.
Pura Vida in Costa Rica 🇨🇷?
Not Costa Rica, but you get my Good Life, Pura Vida point, no?
Spain 🇪🇸 & Italy 🇮🇹 have a very similar way of embracing life.
And those kinds of cultures tend to allow people to live longer and show their future generations what really living well is. Pura Vida, si.
Gracias, amigos. Thanks, new friends for lifelong memories and valued education about a bigger world 🌎 than our little America.