The electricity in the albergue and the wee-fee in the village have been on & off so my posts aren’t uploading properly.  But everything is now tranquilo so I’ll try again.

There has been some political talk among the peregrinos — the Europeans have long memories and hold many grudges; the Americans are still heartsick over the election. But everyone likes the idea of our world leaders walking the Camino — carrying their own packs and sleeping in the dorms. No secret service, no limos, no entourage. And all sitting down to a communal meal they have prepared. They, more than anyone, need the reminder of our shared humanity and what’s at stake for our shared future.

I’m still convinced that the Irish are the world’s friendliest people but I would have a hard time picking second place. Lovely, kind people live in all countries.

And can there be any more beautiful language than Italian? A simple name like Eugene becomes “ay-you-gene-eee-oo”.  Completely charming, deserving of a bottom bunk…