A rebel without a clue.

Azurely assuredly a day for walking the shortest route possible. Slept deep yet woke up terribly exhausted. Yesterday was all round too tough so aiming for Betanzos, which is just over one tremendous hill and no more. Breakfast is essentially necessary now! Finding a cafe as succeedingly provisioned again might be unlikely. There is a comforting under floor heating this morning yet still no hot water! Linda has sun stroke or dehyration so we breakfast and I depart with two juicy figs and pass through a smokey trough over the bay looking for a clear sign I am on the Camino. After an up at the heaven climb I hit the top and passage of barking dogs cheering me onwards and eventually chetch and choing smoking house or a saxophone for a maximum blower. To walk alone. Pact of suicide dogs as I trundled through con/sin Gas. U know I sin con Gas! I sinned not; on only two occasions I have been requested to prove my identity: once buying a BigMac in Ferrol and just now in Miño buying sil...

The old man didn't stay he was just looking to keep his metaphysics warm. Linda and I shot up to the Bar Excelsior for a little picho and a glass of vino for Linda and Sidra from moi then I ordered a meal; which indeed arrived as two! There was me thinking I had only asked for a side salad, not a main meal, to go with spicy pork and chips. You don't need a McDonald's at 3pm and have another full helping around 7pm. Tomorrow I maybe have to wait a while for breakfast. The Portuguese mother daughter combo have gone to wait the songs of Spain's fiesta while I read Jack traveling back across west with Moriety hot on his heels. I wish I had the balls to just to make split second leaps or knew how I could survive without the solidity of back up finances. Simply I'm tepid not distinctly warm: even now there could be fun tonight, but I've removed my body from direct assault; I want to be shielded from the night and be ready for breakfast. Age is a state of mind. I suppo...