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October 19th 1999

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-but i ain’t gonna see my baby tonight. got no baby to see. so on th


day, i rested. pushd it a little too far, too fast- what else is new?

nearly 160 kilometers in that week- from canfranc near somport & th


border w/ france to puente la reina-garés in navarra, where el camino


joins el camino francés…th nail on my big left toe is on its way off-


los días contados, even if i’m not doing th counting, my left knee is still

achy after four days inactivity- some sweling, not sure if it’s tendinitis

(tendOnitis?) or bruisd cartilage…i’m not into th heavy macho thing, i


to train a little better for whatever follow-up i expect to do…

it’s a grey day in pamplona as i write this & i’m paying for th hemingway


i actually have th room next door to th one he always took- in th hotel la

perla because i arrived in town after midnight sunday & th hostales had all

lockd their doors. i walkd into café-bar joakín in puente la reina

expecting to

have an early lunch- before two in th aftenoon, in spain- & check th photo


on th walls before taking th afternoon bus into th capital- iruña, in


only to find myself invited to th closing supper that evening by th


who also had some even nicer black & white prints hung in th rear dining


& these were his own. after a long afternoon of drinking & dice-throwing, i

helpd fernando make a big dish of cous-cous we all dug into w/ spoons…th


is working to open his new business here in town sometime before th


season & i haven’t managed to see him since he droppd me off @ th corner of


plaza dl castillo where th hotel is snugly nestled…tonight will be my


night, i was hoping to do another week of walking, into la rioja or th


towns in castilla but i’m not sure i can handle th cold wave that’s coming


my resource-depleted state…there’s another spanner in th works: i’ve


word that th house in la guardia may have bn already sold, so i have no


of my own to go to…gotta call my pariente carlitos alonso & find out


going on…th news, as may be expected, contributes to making me feel

increasingly adrift, homeless- there is no place on earth where i do not


as if in exile, including puerto rico…(à suivre…)

love, love/ i have hung our cave w/ roses…


Written by morituri

October 19th, 1999 at 6:16 pm

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