The first time I watched a road movie, I cried a lot. There is no way, touching the scene and feeling love, when the road that I have traveled has turned into a movie, the movie-watching process has actually become a return road starting from sarria. My starting point became the ending point for many pilgrims. A father and son from Cordoba have been away from France for more than a month; a beautiful German girl, who told me how difficult it was to practice speaking in Basel; a mother who lost herself in work and family affairs. These are the people I met at the hostel on the first day, and they cost 6 euros a night. Lost mothers told me it might rain on Wednesday so they had to get up early to get some relief for the last two days. I thought haha made sense, so I asked to go with them. This is how the road to Santiago is, never afraid to find a companion, but it was a pity because I needed to go to the monastery to get a pilgrim certificate, lost my mother and her friends said goodbye to me, but promised to tell me that they would go together again if they were destined . It was this little accident that led me to meet my companions on this pilgrimage. It looks like an annual tour group. "Hey, you are wrong, the pilgrimage is in this direction." The senior group was a little confused, an Asian girl spoke southern Spanish with a certain accent. "Hahaha we know it's this direction, we just went to that coffee shop for a drink" "Actually I was wondering why no one leaves from San Diego" My mess made them laugh. So somehow they invited me to go on this pilgrimage. It's just that the senior group chose another way: after completing the planned itinerary every day, charter a car back to the hotel, and continue to set off at the origin the next day. I accepted the invitation, most of which was due to the lack of phone bills and internet connection. Before I left, my mother exposed the itinerary and decided to report the safety situation every day. However, some pilgrim youth hostels do not have wifi. The first day was an awareness period, and it was an irritating process for me to memorize 7 Spanish names for my deficient identification. Dr. Juan is also the organizer of the group's trip. PS: The San Diego trip notes are much longer than I thought, and the borrowed computer is out of power. Let's continue tomorrow. Good night
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