A rebel without a clue.

Another day down. Should it be this way? From tomorrow the stages are a little closer together so I feel a more leisurely pace and later set off time. Mostly I love walking around or just after sunrise bit the last few days the afternoon has gone on and on. Ducked into the first bar in La Roda for obligatory Alhambra Verde, but they also have Roja so it's two. Walked passed an inglorious number of battery farms catering to the carne lovers. My lunch, in a town which feels days ago, was a mountain of the schweinefleisch which is dictated by Spain's love affair with all parts of the pig. It got me here into La Roda without losing my mind in the awful windy and cold weather that was against me, but now I feel I've been a bit unkind just eating whatever was available in the tapas display wherever I went. In the previous town I asked for beans(frijoles) but she only had Tortilla on the veggie front. *** The Albergue Today is at the edge of the town as I came in and I really don...

The rule which states that 24hr news must be relayed in every café in the world is definitely part of the problem. It's either that or some overwhelming music - on the radio or TV channel banging against the head of morning peace. It's planned to keep the masses in their fearful places stressed by the projection. In my society all TV would be banned in such social places as cafés  - in days gone by they were a forum for the disenfranchised who could go to discuss, consider, debate and change the way. Or I'm I wrong? Are the lower classes ever going to overrule the ways of the 1%? The peasants will remain peasants and perhaps that's a good thing ... It's time to leave another café for another day on The Way. The gentleman running the bar tells me it's going to be very fresh today - I ask does it ever stop being windy on La Mancha ... This is The Way and I'm definitely winning time off in Purgatory - whatever. Guilt has driven me mad! What have I really done t...