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Sep. 9th, 2012 03:49 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
adiva_calandiaHey, I aten't dead! We are currently in El Burgo Ranero, just past the midpoint of the Camino in Sahagun. Apparently one theory for the name of this town is that the burghers here sold frogs (ranas), which just makes me think uncomfortably of Hellboy and Lovecraft.
No fewer than three people misled me about where to find this albuergue when I got here!!! Malakas.
We have been on the Camino for two weeks as of today! Also mi hermana has joined us! Also I'm getting pretty good at twirling my walking stick like a baton!
Man, I'm hungry.
Also I am rereading The Gunslinger, because after three or four days on the Meseta -- the flat, hot, often shadeless and rest-area-with-water-less part of the Camino -- I have had the line "The man in black fled into the desert and the gunslinger followed" stuck in my head. (Helped, admittedly, by Joan Osborne's cover of "Man In the Long Black Coat" coming up on my music the other day.)
And while walking, I'm gritting my teeth on the annoying voices of the readers and listening tovLibriVox's Le Morte D'Arthur, which I was supposed to read, uh, three years ago in class and . . . didn't . . . . And goddamn was Uther Pendragon a DICK.
That appears to be all the news that's fit to print at the moment. Not dead!
No fewer than three people misled me about where to find this albuergue when I got here!!! Malakas.
We have been on the Camino for two weeks as of today! Also mi hermana has joined us! Also I'm getting pretty good at twirling my walking stick like a baton!
Man, I'm hungry.
Also I am rereading The Gunslinger, because after three or four days on the Meseta -- the flat, hot, often shadeless and rest-area-with-water-less part of the Camino -- I have had the line "The man in black fled into the desert and the gunslinger followed" stuck in my head. (Helped, admittedly, by Joan Osborne's cover of "Man In the Long Black Coat" coming up on my music the other day.)
And while walking, I'm gritting my teeth on the annoying voices of the readers and listening tovLibriVox's Le Morte D'Arthur, which I was supposed to read, uh, three years ago in class and . . . didn't . . . . And goddamn was Uther Pendragon a DICK.
That appears to be all the news that's fit to print at the moment. Not dead!
