We walked together for a day. He spoke only Spanish and it was a challenge to communicate. At the beginning of our walk, i thought he was a writer for a guide book as he would stop and speak into his phone as if into a recorder. As we started to talk, he would wax on philosophically about life. The details i couldnt quite follow. So then i concluded he was a priest. When i asked what he did professionally, he said he was a Madrid taxi driver! So much for stereotypes! One thing i have gotten more clarity on during the Camino, is the more i think something is correct, the more often i realize i am mistaken. It is an exercise in humility.
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