Chica Solo

So I'm in Portmarin at a little cafe in the sun. I walked 25 to 35 km per day for quite a while and now I'm a little ahead. So ive decided to give my knees a break and stay here. All the people I know are either a day ahead now or a day behind. I suspect that ill be seeing some familiar faces later as they arrive after the 26km that I did yesterday. It has been a week of mountains, up and down. The steep downhills kill my knees.

From La Faba up the mountain to O, Cebreiro was steep but so worth it for the views from the top ridge. I was up and walking early so I wouldn't have to deal with the heat as well as the climb. I had the whole mountain to myself most of the morning until I was greeted by this toothless, tall, top half leathered from sun and bottom half covered in shit, cabarrero. He kept saying "chica solo"?.!"amigo", Chica solo, Camino". Well I don't have to speak Spanish to figure out that this OLD Guy thought he was going to be my Camino love stud. I left him quickly still mumbling to himself and shaking his head in dissapointment.

So I tried to check in to a Hostel because the albergues didn't look so hot and I needed a bath and no lo.Ger own a towel. The woman said "chica solo?"and I said ci. She said "complete!" So I figured out that they don't want to give up a room for one person when they could get more money for 2, so now I pay for 2 and its no more "complete".

So while sitting here Kris, the Norwegian and Ray of sunshine, the big Guy from California with the massive pack just showed up and we've decided to tell everyone we know to meet in front of the cathedral on the 24th at noon.
All for now,