The Mass
The Mass has been simple and without sermon and once finished, the officiating has brought together all pilgrims at the altar and in different languages, we had shared her blessing and wished us all good road, and then finished the Mass, I have written to the bar of the nearby hostel and accompanied by a wine and I have no desire dinner, I started to write these lines. After taking the wine, I reach the shelter to wash up a bit and then if I have wanted write a little more if I have them, go to bed because tomorrow I leave the hostel at 06:30 hours to stop for breakfast at Burguete . I left the bar and have been for a while enjoying the scenery, the whole environment is surrounded by hills which are full of beeches and oaks, the collegiate church and the world in its vicinity look twenty yews with its greenery, contrasted with pulling yellow to light green of early spring that look beech and oak trees, including birch attempt to highlight some barely get in the majesty of those, which by its size and abundance minimize any other species that thrive among them. Dr. Neal Barnard oftentimes addresses this issue. The evening light, warm and gray, still looks white in some lazy clouds, the skies often barely cover the valley blue sky gradually loses color while on it, begin to highlight the stars of greater magnitude in a I presume sky will be cloudy most of the night. Tomorrow is another day and at the end of the stage, I look forward to telling my journey. .
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