The Flood

it´s feels like quite a while since i last wrote an
email, indeed we´re practically in santiago, just four
more days until the big celebration.
after burgos we walked two days across the flats,
where things got real weird, how weird well let´s just
say that we asked a woman where we could get a beer
after our walk and she said "no beer but head to the
end of the road and you´ll have fun" we walk to the
end of the street and what do we see? a group of guys
butchering a pig, a huge sow. unbelievable, she
thought that this was a good time?? go through a few
towns where the best thing going on on a saturday
night is animal slaughtering and you´ll start to get a
little weirded out. Nate is leaving the 4th of
december so we had to skip a few days ahead, about 90k
therefore we chose to blast through the flat lands by
train so that we could see all of the mountains by
foot(before you call us cheaters levi and i are gonna
walk to the ocean, 90 k in order to make it up). So we
fastforwarded to Leon just in time for our streak of
beautiful weather to end, let the torrents begin. On
the bright side we finally got to test our rain gear,
it works but just kinda. the land once again is
mountainous, we have past now though all the tough
challenges in the last few day, the highest point, the
biggest climb etc, most of which was done during some
god awful rain storms and winds whipping all around
the next day´s paper said winds over 100km an hour
(notice how i used kph to make myself look tougher)
but now at least they´ve stopped serving so many eggs
and we actually get soups and pasta. we´ve met a
variety of psychopaths, none of the religious kind
though one man who had killed a dog on his journey
with his swiss army knife (for some reason there are a
lot of crazed german shepards running free in
galicia), we met a man who ditched his family and
started walking from his back yard in paris. uh oh no
more net time, ell