A rebel without a clue.

What have I learnt from the last ten years of the experiences on el Camino? So many ... A list? Determination Willingness Hopefulness Resilience Endurance Stamina Bloody mindedness Sufferance Happiness Joy Sadness Being Lonesomeness Tranquility Never knowing Going forward, never back Trying again Strength Tiredness Speaking tongues Smiling Laughing Incredulity Insanity Pain Stimulation Going without True necessity The Truth ... Glimpses Acceptance Trust It is just around the corner The answer is so elusive Life is immaterial Being alone is OK Prayer? Ask and it will be given Preferring watercourses The monotony of agriculture The multitude of deaths (large and small) taken by passing feet, wheels, tires No news is good news Not needing to know The dawn chorus The patter of gentle rain The chim of bells Going home is nice Planning another walk is obligatory... Too many photos can be taken It's easy to say the wrong thing when tired, frustrated, anxious or arrogant. The list is endle...

A peaceful slumber. And the food poisoning is past, but so too is el Camino de Santiago for this season - autumn is thoroughly here in northern Spain, with heavy rain this morning and gales yesterday, on Meseta Central. Coming out from the albergue municipal for a coffee in the corner café where the clientele is only locals. As the hostess gets her day ready, with tortilla on the bar, serving those clustered closer to the televisual quiz (where it looks like three dimwits are playing for pennies: the answer is coloso, a giant of an answer!) and considering my one night in Santander. There were flights last night to Stansted at €14.99, but now it's €120. Probably for the best as the journey from Stansted to Leeds in 2023 is too expensive and, although I love Cambridge, it's been seen too often. The BlaBlaCar host(€13) picked me up opposite the Iglesia de San Pedro, Frómista, where I was under the porch of a Caja Rural way from the deluge. Now we are an hour away from the airport...