Back track to old village, pass on the maragatos meal, loose my watch when I stop to buy bread from the truck, give my extra water to the gang in Santa Catalina de Somoza, run into the weird naked dude in El Ganso which scares the crap outta me because there is no one around. I run to where I find people and sit in front of a closed bar hoping someone else will come along so I can walk with them. The next stretch is long and deserted. When they arrive, we all help move a banner. And I follow them to Rabanal. I cry through the entire service in Rabanal because I'm freaked out about money. I hadn't been able to cash traveller's checks in Astorga, which was supposed to have a bank that would do it and I'm out of cash, with no way of getting more. I think I have enough to catch a bus to either Burgos or Madrid where I know I can cash them, because I've done it before. This has been the theme of this trip after all. Meet John the American, who I sleep next to, and who tells me I left my socks on my bed the next morning. I thought he was Spanish because he is travelling with a bunch of Spaniards and he speaks it so well. I also meet the Spanish man who does not like to hear snoring and so drags his mattress out the door in the middle of the night. I will see these men again.
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