Sariñena.
Today was as do thousands of overpass.
Now it's official that in Spain the concept of "plain" does not exist.
I have to resign, partly because tomorrow will be back the new Sierra mountains scattered everywhere here. We'll see.
"Dias por dias." So I told a gentleman I met today.
named Santiago was a pilgrim who was returning on foot from their Compostela.
He saw the bike with the bags, while I ate a bocadillo.
We talked.
"I need to go there once a year. It 's the way I have to leave the street all my weights. And go light."
Now it's official that in Spain the concept of "plain" does not exist.
I have to resign, partly because tomorrow will be back the new Sierra mountains scattered everywhere here. We'll see.
"Dias por dias." So I told a gentleman I met today.
named Santiago was a pilgrim who was returning on foot from their Compostela.
He saw the bike with the bags, while I ate a bocadillo.
We talked.
"I need to go there once a year. It 's the way I have to leave the street all my weights. And go light."
The I smile.
"For each trip, there's always another. And that's what you do in you."
He smiled at me.
"Remember me when you get to Fatima."
"I'll do."
And we shook hands, each in its path.
It 'still a long way to go.
"Remember me when you get to Fatima."
"I'll do."
And we shook hands, each in its path.
It 'still a long way to go.
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