( yesterday morning I forgot my notebook at Los Arcos. After the old days, where I remained for refuge shelter for some time to observe the thousands of fascinating objects of any kind that others before me forget, and each time thinking what a curious and how they could hide and tell stories, and 'touched me too. Cos ¡' - perhaps unconsciously - I too wanted to be part of this special family, but popolosissima anonymous, leaving - almost as if to mark their territory - a sign of my passage in a manner imperceptible. But even I with my little story behind it, and the future days ahead.
lost forever the words and thoughts of three days of walking, and a draft of the poem, but 'I hope able to bring back to the surface during my next steps to me in my new sheets English)
2-12-10
I just remember the great cold, so, in a day started cos ¡'¡cos' temperature and weather . meet again surpass me several times and overtaking the boys seen in Pamplona.
will become involuntarily for them and for me, traveling companions the next day.
Starting with dinner at Puente la Reina
3-12-10
In a single morning with about -6, three sudden and severe snow storms, interspersed with many moments of strong sunshine, made me baptized this singular phenomenon "Iberian monsoons.
At the end of the third, my question facing the clouds "so what? Not enough?" , and 'was accepted. Indeed
then flood. Well, change 'changed .......
Estella, large and welcoming, and 'that even in his refuge.
4-12-10
Delivery, as usual, very soon, still on the nose and mouth, the sensation of smell and taste of the delicious soup prepared by Gregory, manager of fixed-term shelter. In
head instead his words are simple but intense, and what 'and what it means' we are doing. Enchanted
I listen and I remain fascinated. After
little taste in the mouth becomes that of an excellent wine, free for all walkers who pass by them ', flows from a source free. A fountain that warms the body and spirit.
and I 'served, since the decision to take the high track, which, having the mountain that I covered him, denied me the sun to 11.
within one day of complete quiet since my departure!!
For the first time after several days are beginning to see the countryside and the hills that seem to not get you anything, giving a very pleasant and exciting feelings of loneliness.
Arrival in the evening, with a great news', tendinitis, my faithful companion, as well Orsodunque obvious, the next few kilometers.
5-12-10
still win the battle with the sun, and the 7 are already 'on the path.
For the truth 'is an unequal struggle since' again - even today - the clouds are so many, dark and menacing charges.
A long, wonderful, endless, hard, fun slide in the first 4 hours break "simple boredom" friend of the roads in the plains, where thoughts expand and dig in my mind.
rains, and does so while hiding in a bar 'cause now I do not want water.
come and eat with them, friends (mature) English to them that 'a little goodbye' forever.
They stay here while I walked on to the country after looking to respect my way first. Demolished by
tendon bomber limped through the center of Logroño, to the ground early to fatigue.
6-12-10
Sky copy, ctrl + c ctrl + v-.
Today 's easy, and even earlier than usual on the streets.
Walking in the dark gives me the feeling that the mileage before dawn are free.
I served.
Soon, despite the painkillers and ointments, I begin to "having to limp" to avoid the agonizing pangs.
31 which seem never to pass, but fortunately that end as well.
wandered the country in search of morphine (a pharmacy gives me a powerful painkiller), with a crippled gait medieval beggar.
As always, a hot shower and rest helped me.
Tomorrow we'll see. Hello
B. I think you
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