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A FRIEND ( @sheepcup ) SURPRISED ME WITH THIS

LOOK AT HOW FUCKING CUTE... I HAVE NEVER SEEN THIS MANY OF MY CHARACTERS IN ONE PHOTO

AND ESREY LOOKS SO GRUMPY HOLDING THE CAKE

Camino Day 37: November 29, 2010

Melide to Arzua: 13 km

It was cold. That we knew. The walls of the hotel with it's radiator we'd paid for in the hopes of heat, could not combat the cold in the rock building. The hotel was run by a cute older couple that had a restaurant/cafe on the bottom floor. As we stepped out this morning, they waved from the window. We were desperate for warmth having miserably slept all night! Please. We knew we'd not get anything better in their cafe, and at the same time, we decided we'd say thanks for their hospitality, so we stepped in.

We were offered to have breakfast made. This was no day for a cold continental breakfast. No, we sought out something warm. They offered soup. We said yes. So we sat in front of our steamy coffees and waited for some steamy soup and in a glance, we realized being still as bundled up as we were outside, that we could see our breath here in this restaurant—a first in my life! We could only laugh at everything and enjoy a big pot of soup.

With the cities being located as they were, we would only do about half a day's walk in distance. We arrived in Arzua still in the afternoon and enrolled in the municipal albergue. It had a factory feeling—rooms and rooms of bunks, but at this time, there were just a few pilgrims that all shared the same drab room. A Korean and Japanese man and woman; a couple of other Spaniards. We'd said goodbye to Antonio the night before, but of course who should we find, but Antonio too!

The bathroom/shower facilities were co-ed. Normally a shower without a shower screen would have be a little strange, but co-ed! Antonio laughed as he'd stayed in this same place four years earlier which hadn't changed at all. I actually watched the door for him as he showered and he did the same for me such that nobody else would come through the bathroom.