13 September: Carrion of the Lost Condom to Terradillos

Did 27 Klicks today. Last day on the Maseta. Still flat. Many pilgrims avoid the Maseta and bus through it. Me? I loved it. I guess we Canadians are not intimidated by flat terrain. I mean, if God wanted us to be afraid of this sort of terrain then why did he give us Saskatchewan???

Rained like the dickens. Loud glorious thunderstorms. Reminded me of southern Ontario growing up. Poured like it was Georgia. Ran into Serge, the French Canadian. He is one to be avoided. He snores like crazy – but is an ardent Quebec patriot, nationalist and pines for separation. He loves to needle me about that but when he realized I knew more about Quebec history than he did and that I was one hundred percent in favour of Quebec separation he gives me a wide berth. Also, we ran into a lovely gal from Quebec. Someone asked her- not me – if she was from Canada she said no, she was from Montreal Quebec. There you have it. Even on this Camino, one cannot escape the politics.

Alas we had to say goodbye to our German friends. They were great. Mathias, in particular, is an amazing person. He is a psychologist from Bavaria, Germany. He is a very religious man and always joking, smiling and an extremely positive individual. We connected and had a great time together with Jerry and the others. I will miss them.Mathias is on the right. Jerry, me and Margaret from Munich. Great people. Rhinard is not shown. He is a pottery maker from Hamburg. The soup nazi is not shown either. No soup for you!

It has been great.

Cheers.