October 19th 1999
-but i ain’t gonna see my baby tonight. got no baby to see. so on th
seventh
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
aragonese
border w/ france to puente la reina-garés in navarra, where el camino
aragonés
joins el camino francés…th nail on my big left toe is on its way off-
tiene
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
need
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
aura-
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
show
on th walls before taking th afternoon bus into th capital- iruña, in
basque-
only to find myself invited to th closing supper that evening by th
owner-chef,
who also had some even nicer black & white prints hung in th rear dining
room-
& 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
man
is working to open his new business here in town sometime before th
christmas
season & i haven’t managed to see him since he droppd me off @ th corner of
la
plaza dl castillo where th hotel is snugly nestled…tonight will be my
third
night, i was hoping to do another week of walking, into la rioja or th
first
towns in castilla but i’m not sure i can handle th cold wave that’s coming
in
my resource-depleted state…there’s another spanner in th works: i’ve
gotten
word that th house in la guardia may have bn already sold, so i have no
place
of my own to go to…gotta call my pariente carlitos alonso & find out
what’s
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
live
as if in exile, including puerto rico…(à suivre…)
love, love/ i have hung our cave w/ roses…
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