Stop early to eat lunch, look at feet, laundry. Peace march heading in opposite direction. Loss of car keys, looking for phone. My judgement, my questioning when I became so damn conservative. French man finally allows them to use phone. Possibly drunk man who spoke english in Fromista was man they were talking about (was asked to go his own way because of his drinking). Almost full moon rising over newly plowed fields. I tell people I was speaking to in restaurant, drag them out to look. Finally, drag former hospitalero (now cook/chef in bar) out to view it. He looks. Says it'll be full tomorrow, I think. At least he pays attention enough to know that. Try to point it out to someone in the bathroom, windows look out on the sky, he says he can't see without his glasses. Later, he's staring at his smartphone, so being polite, I suppose that some stranger would interrupt him to ask him to view the moon. Irish men. One side farts, one side scratches his ass. Late two who have been drinking all night enter loudly. Fall asleep quickly and snore. I have ear plugs in, but take them out to have my nightly hacking fit (asthma?) in the bathroom. When I walk back out, the sound is so loud, I feel like I've entered a barn at feeding time. Put the ear plugs back in. I run into the Irish men in Sahagun the next day, one asks what I thought of the snoring. I say it was impressive. He replies that was a generous way to put it.
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| That moon, April 10/L Herlevi 2017 |
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| Closed for the evening, April 10/L Herlevi 2017 |
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