Day 17 - Camino de Santiago from Navia to Mondonedo in Galicia.
I’m travelling as light as I can so I’m constantly off-loading things that I no longer need, il keep doing this until the end.
It being Sunday, iv noticed that I’m carting about some ‘Rosemary’ beads that seem to have been pretty ineffective up to now. The nuns in Leon were pretty unimpressed, so was the old Padre in Oviedo and a bloke in a cloak had a look, laughed, and told me they were out of date and haven’t been accepted anywhere since 1972?? WTF?? I’m thinking that when I turn up in Santiago and the top monk sees me rolling in on a Brompton wearing nothing but some out of date, second hand Rosemary beads, he’s gonna think I’m a right tosser!
As I sit quaffing a nice Rioja to ease the old hairy, aching sticks I realise that I have arrived in Galicia.
I went to a lovely beach but as Morrissey quite rightly put it, there’s no fun “trudging slowly over wet sand”
“Everyday is like Sunday
Everyday is silent and grey”
Double whammy for ‘The Smiths’ fans, and the ones that should be…Classic indie from ‘Viva Hate’ at its very best!
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