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    A couple days ago I stayed in a neat little town called Santo Domingo de Calzada. It had this huge 3 story albergue that worked on a donation basis even though it had TVs, a bunch of couches, a huge kitchen and dining room and a foot therapist that came in and worked on our feet (for donations also). My feet are wrapped up like disgusting, painful Christmas presents now. But they seem to feel a bit better. Not sure how I’ll ever re-wrap them myself, though. Anyway, Santo Domingo is famous for this kid who was hanged back in medieval times but came back to life thanks to a mystical chicken or something, so now they keep a bunch of “mystical” chickens right in the cathedral and pray to them and stuff. They keep them up in this glass cage way up in the wall like they are hookers in the red light district or something. They keep a bunch more chickens in the yard near the clotheslines (spare mystical chickens I guess). They seemed pretty excited and squawked a lot when I hung up my underwear so I’m going to take that as a good sign.

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    I hate my backpack
    On Tue, Oct 16 at 8:16 PM, Virgil Larrimore wrote:
    Almost half done! Actually, that almost depresses me more. My feet seem to be getting a bit better, at least some days, but I hurt my back the other day lifting my pack and that’s made for a tough couple of days. I’ve started leaving my pack on as much as I can now since it’s too heavy to get on and off easily. People make fun of me when I stand there drinking my morning coffee with my backpack on but it’s better than putting it down when I only have to lift it back up. Sometimes I hate it, I really do. Most times in fact.
    On a brighter note, went to Catholic mass in Burgos a few days ago. What an experience! I’m not a Catholic but it was fascinating to see the whole process. It is so solemn and focused. Really helped me understand how big a deal this is for the people doing the Camino for religious purposes. But these cathedrals, the extravagance is unbelievable. Feels like being in a Vegas casino – this incredible building where everybody’s all intense and serious and handing their money over. Weird vibe.

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    Bored
    On Fri, Oct 19 at 8:22 PM, Virgil Larrimore wrote:
    There have been some different route options the last couple days and I ended up hiking all by myself for the first time. Didn’t really see anyone I knew for over a day and half. That is a lot of time inside your own head. Realized something. I am SO bored with hiking.

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    Some people
    On Sun, Oct 21 at 3:34 PM, Virgil Larrimore wrote:
    Almost packed it in the other day. It’s been raining forever, it seems like. We’re constantly wet and cold and tired and in pain and I don’t know how but it seems like my backpack still isn’t any lighter than before I got rid of all that other stuff. I thought it was going to be easier by now. Plus the last three nights in a row I’ve been sharing a dorm with the same group of Germans. What next?
    Oh, yeah, almost forgot. Yesterday it actually stopped raining for a bit in the afternoon so I quickly did some laundry and hung it on the balcony. Then I went for supper (about my hundredth Pilgrim’s Menu, if I see one more tough pork chop I might snap) and when I came back all my laundry was gone, blown off the line I guess. I went looking for it and a guy in the restaurant below had my pants and socks but not my underwear. How the hell does that work!? What would anyone want with my old underwear!? Seriously, I don’t know how much more of this I can take.

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    Welcome to the livestock
    On Thur, Oct 25 at 6:19 PM, Virgil Larrimore wrote:
    We’ve made it into Galicia now. The scenery is more impressive but the hiking is harder. A lot more hills. A lot more cows. A lot more cow shit. Almost every farm has those little