This is the 31st of 42 posts about the poems which carried me along the Camino de Santiago pilgrimage route in Aug-Sep 2016. On this, the 31st day, I went backwards 60km by car, from Furela to Villafranca.
In Furela, I had stayed at the art cafe. When I came down to the kitchen for breakfast, chanting emanated from a weathered black CD player. A veteran pilgrim made porridge with fruit while his two dogs played outside. The owner of the house - 'the alchemist' - appeared and, when I asked him how he slept, told me that he had been with the Gods all night. He added, 'either you will understand or you will not. Either is fine.'
In Furela, I had stayed at the art cafe. When I came down to the kitchen for breakfast, chanting emanated from a weathered black CD player. A veteran pilgrim made porridge with fruit while his two dogs played outside. The owner of the house - 'the alchemist' - appeared and, when I asked him how he slept, told me that he had been with the Gods all night. He added, 'either you will understand or you will not. Either is fine.'
