30 kilometers today.
Beautiful sunrise.
I will never, ever have a baguette again in my life.
How I miss processed cheese slices. And a chien chaude. But the burgers here are the best I have ever had. Better than Bin 4.
I am craving eggs. I hate drinking coffee out of a cereal bowl.
Today ends my 4th week here. I haven’t watched TV in over 5 weeks. I have no idea of what is happening to the nation in permanent erection mode, as my Japanese friend would say. I have no idea what Tru-dough is doing, nor do I care. That is one good thing about doing a Camino. It blocks out the world around you. Your only concern is what is around the next bend or over the next hill. Your life boils down to basic necessities like ” do I have clean underwear tomorrow or damn my socks smell.”
Damn, the French horde from last night has arrived where I was staying last night. Oops sorry. Pilgrims are not allowed to swear. That means another 30 minutes of self flagellation. Damn, I mean darn.
And that is why I did 30. To get away from the French horde. Over 30 of them. 1 kilometer per….
A lot of smokers here. They are allowed to smoke on the patios. How civilized. The only problem I have with that is it makes me want to smoke again. Don’t worry Katie, I will just sit downwind of them and inhale.
The clam shell is the official symbol of the Camino. All Caminos.
This place is for sale. Comes with dogs!
This song is from another great Canadian artist. It tells the story of how the trans Canada railroad was built. I am not sure if you can say trans here referring to a railroad with out being labelled transphobic in a woke Canada. Nevertheless:
Well the Lieberals just lost Paul Martins old seat in Montreal to the Bloq and the NDP were only about 1% behind the Lieberals. So that might enbolden Hazmat Singer Sewing Machine to force an early election. Other than that they are trying to pass bill C-293 which will really clamp down an information and communications. Enjoy your Camino
I dont really care.