Unquera > Llanes 29 km
Today was mashed bananas and pineapple juiceboxes. On Wednesday night I have an ironclad rendevous with friends, which relaxes me.
Today was easier than yesterday, after I popped a blister on each heel. I was sucking on a piña zuma, a pineapple juicebox, and admiring a well-collared terrier, when I ran across a correo that was open. Finally, it’s Monday! Seeing there was no queue, I dashed inside without finishing my juice.
Sidebar: it took me way too long to connect correo electrónico, email, with correo, old-fashioned post office. Finally, I could mail my deadweight computer to myself in Santiago.
While I was filling out the forms, a long queue formed, and I became nervous. Then, the post office worker and I reached a great accord, and completed the task of answering some basic questions about my intentions with this package, where I wanted to pick it up, and so on, and I in great excitement, picked up my backpack by the straps without putting it on, and grabbed the juice without thinking, which sprayed pineapple juice all over the floor.
But optimism is mandatory. That mf computer was 3 kilograms.
Tomorrow is my tenth day on the camino. After a few days in the mountain pueblos, even Llanes feels big. There’s more than one pub here. It felt like every time I really dug into a conversation tonight, some kind of noise machine rolled through the city, like there’s some kind of cap on silence.
Tonight I sleep in a two hundred year old albuergue/mansion, built in the indiano style, aka it was built by a Spanish man who went to South America to make a fortune, succeeded, and returned, so it has both colonial porches, and Art Deco arches. The home is built to impress. Arquitectura que ida y vuelta.
The walls of the communal bedroom are green, and under the bare bulb they look like uncooked zuccini. Sometimes writing late at night, the room is filled with snores, and I feel like I’m writing to an aching god.
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