This doesn’t feel like the camino anymore. I stayed in my own individual room yesterday and today I taken a taxi and I’m staying in an actual hotel room.
Money may not bring happiness, but it sure helps in getting you healthy again. I spent $100 these past two days all because I’m sick.
But I’m also bored and I haven’t talked to a fellow pilgrim in two days.
I’m too tired to write.
I’m such a pampered wuss.
I feel myself being pampered wherever I go though. The taxi driver today when he brought my pack inside the hotel for me. The hotel people feeding me coffee, cookies and cake as soon as I arrived (for free!) and treating me like their special guest. The grocer giving me a free peach because I accidentally told him he speaks great Spanish while I actually meant to say English.
I feel safe here. Like these people really care. They make me feel welcomed.
The Camino extends outside the path and envelopes their country in holy hospitality.
I can see why people get sucked into this experience and keep coming back. I feel I have a clear purpose here whereas at home, it’s blurred. I sometimes feel like the ugly duckling at home, but here I’m swimming with the swans.