jay

“yeah can I get drinks?”

“absolutely, do you want honey bun or just drinks?”

“uuuuuh hold on”

*fishes something out of my pocket*

“mikey what do i do?”

“get the honey bun. youll need the energy in the coming days”

*stuffs it back in my pocket*

And I stood in front of Compostela

And he stared at me,

And San Tiago stared me down,

And I prayed to the Man in the pilgrims office,

In the blue shirt, holding my ticket, reading,

He gave me the stamp of the Compostela and I said

I hope I've got enough stamps and He said

You know you need

Yes two stamps a day I said

For the last one hundred k I said,

And He said I believe you, don't worry, and my

Prayer as I stood at the Compostela

To the Man in the blue at the pilgrims office,

Was the echo of His words in the pilgrims office

She is from Italy, and doesn't speak English,

I am from the UK so I don't speak Italian,

But We speak in Spanish to each other.

So We find a way to communicate.

I held my posture but I churned

We always find a way, he said

And He, He pointed,

Is from Portugal and She, He pointed,

I think is from South Korea, He pointed.

But anyway, congratulations on completing

The Camino, He said and

I hope to see you again, He said,

And welcome to Compostela,

And I held my posture as I turned,

And I said hello to the Filipino Family

I met along the way, I said hello to the

Danish Girls I met along the way,

And I said hello to the Australian Women

I met along the way, to the Danish Woman,

The American Women, to the English Boy that

I met along the way. And I prayed to the People

At the Compostela for the

Rest of the People at the Compostela.

You know how easy it is to forget how little really seperates

Us from each other when We're separate?

You know about my 'freedom of movement' stuff,

I harp on about it, because

You know I cannot stand these

barriers for People

Who want to stay, but let me pay the tourist tax

And give instead of take away.

Let me pay, if I can do nothing else, for the water that the Xunta gives You in the heat of the sun, I'll

Pay it for the Man in the pilgrims office,