But I get ahead of myself writing about O’Ceibreiro.
I have to tell you about getting to – and out of – Ponferrada and finding myself all at the same time.
When I go back and read my journal, something strikes me again and again: I was ill almost the entire second half of my pilgrimage. I didn’t realize it at the time, but I as I read, I see repeated references to a strange cough, inexplicable lethargy, feeling cold while walking at top speed, and many other reasons your mom would have insisted you lay down and stay put.
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