I’ve progressed from the Church to the Bottle. The reason is that the Church is locked but the bar is open. And just like a play, all the characters are assembled on the terrace of the bar under the midday sun. A French lady in a green baseball cap whom I’ve met before says Bonjour and my USA family are extolling the virtues of D Trump or it could be H Clinton. I can’t be sure.
I’ve not passed a less interesting town on the Camino than Sarria. What a poor choice for a rest stop. It is ideal preparation for Purgatory. At least I was able to make good progress through Brideshead Revisted.
In Act 2 DJ and SH arrived to finally cheer up my day and we ate Italian food for a change. Generally in Spain it is Spanish or cook your own.