Yes, I know it should be day seventeen. Scroll up if you really need to read them in order.
After the fiesta the city was trashed. There was nowhere open for breakfast on Sunday morning. Last night I was told I could send my pack on from Bar Babia. So this morning I said goodbye to Bjorn and Dalilah and tried to find it. Consulted a map twice, got nearly propositioned by a still-drunk man in his early 20’s (“Excuse me, but I’ve been in prison for the last 5 years…”), met Christina and Lukas, and FINALY found the bar. Labeled my pack and hopefully it will get where it needs to be. Now to find the bicycle rental store.
Instead I found Cindy, a high school teacher from California. She was going to tour the cathedral, so I went along. I only had my water bottle, so I left it in Elizabeth’s locker. She is also a pilgrim I met. Now I’m done and I’m praying the locker is still locked by her because she hasn’t come out yet. Hopefully she soon will.
I find I am very fatalistic this trip. If I meet her, fine. If too much time goes by and I’ve lost the bottle, okay. I’ll be unhappy, but I can get another. I’m a little worried all the bikes will be gone by now, but if they are, I’ll start walking. I’ll move faster w/o my pack and I will know I wasn’t meant to bikea. But Elizabeth will be along and my bike will be there. That’s how the Camino works. In the meantime, here is the cathedral.
I was trying to take a picture of the fly catcher in the corner. He is an automaton that is part of a clock.) 
Elizabeth finally emerged just before noon. Because she did, I heard this.
Now I am in the bar next to the bicycle rental shop, having a quick tortilla de patata (no picture, you’ve seen it) before going next door. Buen Camino!
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