Walking walking We're one day as a lion the last big city 'before Santiago,
say that we are in the middle' way, now we need to tighten the ingredients, 'cause tiredness is accumulating, and Santiago is still far away.
Old Castile 'was hard to cross, I had never seen a plain so vast, we walked for days without ever seeing the outline of a mountain with an ocean of wheat all around us!
Fortunately there is refreshing autumn wind km from the deserted streets to cross under the sun, but sometimes it pushes back and sometimes sideways.
Fatigue and 'so I knew that, but what I did not know and' the relationship you create with people.
When, exhausted, to get pilgrims all'albergue are always some who shared the road with you cheer for your arrival and are happy with the arrival of those who follow.
Sometimes when you think you do not do it, you'll always find someone who supports you and encourages you, and so without even realizing it becomes you and you're the strong one to encourage others.
by strangers in a moment he became traveling companions with absurd characters to make everything look like the most in the race 'crazy world!
But not all make it, someone is stopped by a tendon and someone from simple fatigue, I grit my teeth and think of Mario, King of France) has ruled that seeing me walk "esto hombre ... Santiago!"
then puffed out his chest and get a move on! Buen
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