DAY 52. 28JUNE 2016. LUARCA REST DAY

 A day by the sea

A day by the sea

A very good night's sleep! The Physio was a nice chap who trained because he had suffered an injury as a child. My calves feel better and he has given me some more stretching exercises which I MUST do.

 Calves much better  

Calves much better  

I've got a jippy tummy today, probably from the dodgy meal last night. So am sitting in a little bar on the esplanade downing a bottle of sidra for purely medicinal purposes.

 Very good for the digestion

Very good for the digestion

I've just read about Farages's speech to the EU parliament and am feeling dejected and bemused. How did we get here? Selfishly, I'm feeling my Camino has been over-taken by events- but perhaps that's the whole point. What does the Camino teach me?

 Spain still retains its myriad of little shops

Spain still retains its myriad of little shops

I pop into a lovely old fashioned grocery store whilst exploring the town and spot some Twinings Earl Grey tea-bags- just what I need at a time like this. A nice cup of tea.

 A nice glass of tea - cups are not available.  

A nice glass of tea - cups are not available.  

Unsurprisingly, I received a very smug reply to the email I sent to my MP. He seems to think trade with China and India will make everything wonderful. If not, he'll be off to some sunny tax-haven with his multi-millions, no doubt. Let's hope our Johnny can earn more than 3 rupees day now he has a new master.

 A bag of mussels for my supper

A bag of mussels for my supper

  I see a man and white van on the harbour side packing sea-food into boxes of ice. I ask to buy some mussels, at first he thinks I want ice, but I point emphatically to the fresh mussels and he packs me a portion and doesn't want payment. So another Camino lesson about generosity. The kindness of a stranger. Beautiful.

 Just over 100 miles to go.  

Just over 100 miles to go.  

The sun has come out and I'm going for a walk on the other beach. I paddle back and forth and howl at the horizon for a bit and feel better. There's some graffiti sprayed on the sea-wall that says in English "Refugees not welcome". Mmm.

 So even here... 

So even here... 

Cooking mussels in the albergue microwave works fine, and they're delicious.

 Fresh mussels and pepper salad

Fresh mussels and pepper salad

After supper I hear three young Australians in the kitchen discussing BREXIT. I stupidly say it's crazy, that there is a huge petition for a second Referendum and that the Financial Times thinks it may not happen. They give me a bemused dismissive look; I feel that I have lost the right to comment, as if the UK has already become an ignorant irrelevance.

I'm musing the similarity between  the BREXIT vote and the American Pro-gun lobby. The desire and sense of 'entitlement' to do "what the hell we want" whatever the consequences. This has of course been around for ever, well since Adam and Eve and that fruit. Knowledge without wisdom can have disastrous consequences. I suspect there will be a very large cherubim and flaming sword guarding the locked gates of the EU in two years time.

Lord Have Mercy. For ourselves and each other.