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Coca Cola Light next to the University of Girona. I feel invigorated and some fear vanished. From Campus the pulse of Men At Work on a bright spring apres midi. One day becomes two and then another train to Pamplona. Never miss this jewelled city where puta is the first word that escaped my lips in Equity Point a kin of Gothic Point. Is where the stress of Montpellier might vanish in the wake of a migraine. Funny that my brain is shattered by happiness in this hopeful place. Figeac + Cahors -Montpellier + Girona is still a marvelous two zip to the truth.

Funnily I really can't recall the place feeling so insanely beneficial. Something else which has changed. It is true I never looked elsewhere than me and I suppose a limit of the circumstances and my ignorance of age prevented me peeling back my eyelids further than the slight hooks they'd become working at Coors. It is better to be now.

From the coat of the sleeping blessed virgin/vestit de la mare de éu adormida vestry of cloister Porta de Sant Miquel (c1529),

DOM PRO ÑEPOTIBVS LL MI DOMINI EPISCOPI PONTICH ET CA NONICI DRIS SVL PITII PONTICH~ QVI ABOUT DIE 10 JVL IJ 1738

Or to chose that jamon pata negra this is a Great city. Walked round the amazing cathedral and passed obvious salesmen on las ramblas flogging shit food to stupid tourist. Porcus Spanish food is so much more spiritual than French. Sorry guys! It's real and red. From gaxpacho to chirixo to tomatox. I felt I deserved that extravagant wine and food a thon. But I enquired after via Naza where a pilgrim who has fallen by the wayside but is knowing it is coming again by Friday. I have yet to meet the wayside man who provides water and sanguine oranges for my dusty throat. Not the same as elegantly packaging it. More packets of pasta than plates of jamon. Porcus is a necessary stop once.

I have too much beard for hot weather it is making the difference. Not untrue to say I'm substituting food for walking. Frugality has vanished with the resulting opulence of my surroundings. The combination is providing more timber. I'm three days from Puente del Reina and am beginning to feel how I did at Conques. I have moments of belief with moments of fear. It might be real tiredness providing a emotional backdrop. My original satisfaction is being dominated by a substantial loneliness I seldom felt on the Aubrac, against my physical backdrop. That was why I went all the way to Montpellier: I am ruminating and it is nothing. I should remember it is meaningless.

I returned from a walk to connect with the Polish couple before they go to eat on their final day of this erstwhile Iberian adventure. On facebook I added the lady I met on the train between Perpignan and Girona. Poor thing was shattered from an overnight battle of trains and young persons. iberia airlines run a budget airline from Santiago and so do Ryanair. Milan is an option, but I hope my pilgrimage will conclude in Saint Peter's Square.

Location: Girona, Girona

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