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Emotions mixed as I discover what a business the Way of St James is slowly becoming. Fake yellow arrows, wrong information, people moving into towns only to profit from the tourism... almost nauseuated I feel. A strong urge to grab my bags and go!!
But I try and make memory of the moments of true goodwill experienced so far: a cup of coffee in the morning, a botle of wine, a shared half banana for breakfast, creams for pain, worries from recently met pilgrims of our whereabouts, even keys to a car so we can go pick up a pair of glasses that were left behind, a free cup of soup from a waiter, the joy in the face of an older lady as she sees people coming from all parts of the world to see her streets...
I try and I stay....