The End of the Way. Pt2.
Waiting for the closure of today back in Cervantes where the folk music still flows and is a gracious improvement on vagabond pipes and harp played 24/7. A tray of scallops to earnestly become a paid in full member of the Saint James club and Ribero del Duoro barrique aged; dense but insignicant. Seems white barrica is not common/possible: fancied a chardonnay fat buttery but there is no fat barrique white to be had von Cervantes Bar. For some odd off reason just must fly/drive anywhere Saturday or Sunday. Nothing calm can come from Santiago. Perhaps a trip to the open mercado early on the morrow; buy fruit. Just said bonjour/salut to Wilfred and Linda; nothing to say: the end has come. Why should this normal place freak me so much. There isn't nothing anything something different from York, etc tourist city. Check out an internet cafe to book a flight to northern England? To be sure found O Paris Bar again not easiest bohemian place to locate in the street of thousands of facele...