Thursdsay, April 9, 2009. Tendonitis, keep walking, as I arrive in Santiago late, sometime after 7 pm, run into friends once again, and get drenched. I try to make it to the Cathedral and the Pilgrim's office, it's late. I had decided that if it wasn't dark, I would keep walking from Monte de Gozo to the Cathrdral so I could be in the city for the procession tonight. First I run into one of the Finnish men from Orbigo who offers to let me share his room, invites me to eat dinner with he and his companions, but I want to finish this stage. Then a local stops me to rent me a room, while I'm trying to hear her (and the streets are totally packed with people) J, the American shows up and translates for me. Don't know where he came from. He tells her I'm not interested. He walks with me to the Cathedral and then waits for me at the Pilgrim's office. We get caught in the parade, and then in a drenching rain, where all these previously hidden umbrellas come out, and we dodge them and end up under gargoyles and get soaked. He walks me toward the Seminary where I decided to stay because it's less than 10 euro/night, I'm out of cash and the banks are closed for the holiday. We say "good-bye" and he leaves to meet friends for dinner at the Paradour.
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