10 June Boadilla Del Camino to nowhere before reaching Fromista

It’s nearly 7am on a chilly overcast morning, there’s no-one here, just me in a splendid sense of isolation. I left last night’s Albergue deliberately early without breakfast. On the way in last night I had seen on a map a canal within a short distance of where I was. I suspected that canal would have things to share in the early morning. I was correct.

The breeze was carrying with it a cold, penetrating mist that initially made me want to put a second top on but I warmed up enough to prevent me getting cold.

Have you ever been so deep in thought that you climb inside yourself and look for answers to things there are no answers to, just more questions. I was there this morning. I felt like this flower, so large on it’s own, but just a tiny part of something else so much larger, so much more important and so much wider.

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I reached the canal.
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I heard a familiar sound, a Great Reed Warbler.
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Then I heard another, and another and another and yet more until the canal side was filled with their calls, each trying to be louder than their neighbour. I was in a theatre of bird calls and became lost to time.

I only came back to my senses when I realised I was shivering with the cold that had gotten into me. I was shocked when I looked at my watch to find I had been standing there, probably motionless for almost an hour. I think it was the passing of some cyclists that snapped me out my torpor. I started walking again.

A couple of minutes later, almost spookily, I came across this graffiti.
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This person came walking past me. Hanging from her pack were two shoes. The shoes were at the same level as her (bum, bottom, buttocks, arse), you can choose your own word to suit your taste. I chuckled as with each step one or other of the shoes swung and kicked her. It looked for all the world as she were being kicked along the path.

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I was preparing to take yet another photo when another pilgrim, who I didn’t know, told me she had seen me taking many photos over the past few days but not many with me in them. (Have I got a stalker?). She offered to take one of me. I accepted the kind offer. This is me at that moment.

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It has taken me nearly 3 hours to walk just over 3 miles. Not because I am ill, tired or injured, more because I have been lost in thought. I decide to call it a day when I reach a place called Fromista. It’s a little after 10 in the morning. What on earth am I going to do for the rest of the day?

I solve that question by:-
* having a cup of coffee
* then a can of orange juice
* then a sticky pastry thing that clogs my teeth
* then another coffee where I set up and post yesterday’s post
* then I find a bed for the night but am about 8 hours too early and the kindly Albergue owner allows me to leave my pack in his garden until he opens
* then I visit some local churches

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I see a woman take to her knees and kiss the feet of this statue and wonder at the depth of such belief.

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There is nothing left to do or see or hear so I make my way back to the Albergue to wait for it to open. Despite the early hour there are a couple of German women here already and queuing, their rucksacks planted firmly in the doorway challenging anyone to move them. I join them in waiting knowing that I already have a bed waiting for me.

Now then, listen to this and listen closely my dear friends for I have discovered I am a magician. As I wait patiently a few other people turn up, mostly German and Dutch. It seems I magically started to wear a cloak of invisibility because they all pass me in the queue and line up ahead of me. A few weeks ago I would have reacted and said something to them, but, the Camino must be having a forgiving and peaceful effect on me, because all I do is wish them the death of a thousand poisonous frogs down their throats.

Eventually I have my bed here.

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Anyone reading this blog who knows me personally will know of my bad luck at times. Here is a photo of the dormitory for tonight. The door you see at the end of the line of beds leads to the toilets and is the heaviest, squeakiest and loudest door ever to be used in the history of man. Just take a guess which one of the line of bunks is mine.

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Dinner tonight was at a local cafe for 10 euros. It was a pleasant experience shared with lovely people.

Steps today 20573.

Bye for now friends.

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