By Anna Linskaya
“So you’re doing Camino, right?” the Argentinian sitting next to me said, nodding at the trekking pole squeezed between my knees.
“Yep,” I replied.
“Alone?”
“Yep.”
“That’s a bad option in winter, especially for you.”
“For me?”
“For the girl.”
I shrugged, and he continued: “Do you even speak Spanish?”
“No, but it’s not a big problem,” I answered, thinking to myself, everything happening right now is a big problem.
“Let’s see when exactly the sun goes down,” he said, taking out his phone, “Ok, you have to be at your overnight stay by five.” Continue Reading…
