"Do you know the story of the Camino?" His English was stained but clear enough. Bob and I welcomed the company of the grape farmer and the conversation that followed.
A visit to the hospital
He blowd his brains out his ears
The descent into Spain is rugged. The bright pastures of the sommets des pyrénées slip downslope, gradually at first, then furiously, precipitously, until they tumble into dense beech forests. Bob and I do the same. Spattered by mud, decorated with leaves, and swathed in shadow, we appreciate the epic Song of Roland.
