On Tuesday, the lovely man selling wirework sculptures just below the Lavacolla Cathedral noticed I wasn’t well. It was day 57 of walking for me and after all that time, overcoming multiple obstacles, I didn’t want to take a bus or taxi because I was SOOO close to Santiago. He had a long heart to heart talk with me and I agreed to catch the bus to Monte de Gozo. I was sicker than I realized and won’t go into detail but ended up needing medical care a couple days later.
I don’t know if he speaks English but if anyone is passing through Lavacolla in the next few days, sees him and is comfortable saying thanks from “La peregrina de EEUU” who he convinced to “coger el autobus” it would mean a lot to me. I want him to know I’m well, in part because of his kindness and understanding. I’d go back myself but am still weak and leave Spain on Monday.
I don’t know if he speaks English but if anyone is passing through Lavacolla in the next few days, sees him and is comfortable saying thanks from “La peregrina de EEUU” who he convinced to “coger el autobus” it would mean a lot to me. I want him to know I’m well, in part because of his kindness and understanding. I’d go back myself but am still weak and leave Spain on Monday.