I don’t want this to sound judgmental since that is not my intention………..but
Early on the meseta one day I saw a large bus in the distance parked at a crossroad.
As I got closer, the first thing that came into view was a stout peregrina behind a straw stack pulling up her white bloomers. Lady, you must be aware of all visual directions while on the meseta!
This group walked chatting loudly and always 3 or 4 abreast making it impossible to pass them. Thankfully they were off the Camino at next crossroad.
Ah ha, but now there are the members of Canadian golf club. This is a strange group of peregrinos. They are always perfectly coiffed, with layers of makeup and freshly ironed clothing. When seen on the Camino, they are easy to identify due to their color-of-the-day golf attire identifying them as members of the club.
The Canadians don’t walk in inclement weather. They arrive at the next stop all full of chatter. You know they have arrived by the cacophony that precedes them. Yesterday as I was leaving the Monestary San Zoilo, the Canadian Grand Poobah rushed back into the lobby with his weather report.
Needless to say, I did not pass them once on the trail today but there they were at the restaurant this afternoon having menu del dia.
For my foody friends, I had ensalada y osso bucco con pappas fritas.
Thoughts and Adventures 