I think that perhaps many of the funny things that happen on the Camino are "you had to be there for it to be funny" things. In other words, it was hilarious at the moment, but in recounting it to people who didn't participate in the moment ... well it might seem rather lame...
But, at the risk of appearing lame.... I had left Cacabelos early (early!) and was hoping to find a place open for a desperately needed café con leche. Nothing appeared and I kept plodding along my merry way. I was leaving Villafranca heading up the road into the hills when my friend Finn, an English student at the U. of Edinborough caught up to me. He, much to my chagrin, had found a lovely little restaurant overlooking the river in Villafranca that I had somehow missed! As we marched up the road, we were chatting about Scotland and suddenly I got a song into my head. It was a "one hit wonder" from some years back by two Scottish brothers called "The Proclaimers". They sang with an incredibly strong scottish accent and the song was called "I Would Walk 500 Miles". Well, of all things, Finn knew the song and the two of us began singing it at the top of our lungs...."...and I would walk 500 miles..." ".. and I would walk 500 more..." And as we trekked up into the hills along the side of the highway we sang louder and louder and laughed harder and harder...until we could barely breathe at all.
On the plane back to the US, I was listening to my iPod when that song came on... I began to giggle in my seat - people must have thought I had lost my mind... but I shall never hear the tune again without it taking me right back to that moment in Lugo with Finn... I guess you had to be there.....
