At the 12 Tribes house Mikko and I picked up Jakub aka Cuba, a Polish kid who had HITCHHIKED from Poland to Spain to walk the Camino. He is a devout Catholic, studies with the Dominican order in Krakow, so the Camino is something more for him. Like me, he also ended a relationship recently. I offered him wise council. Mikko and I taught him some Spanish walking into San Seb and the first thing he did was walk up to a cute girl and tell her she was Bonita. We have not taught him any more.
We all speak english so its very easy to get along, talk about our lives, and joke. The kilometers pass easily. As we leave San Sebastian (the commune was 3 km outside it), there's a little roadside offering to pellegrinos: a table with cold water, some chairs, a book to sign and leave a message. A man appears from a nearby house and offers us homemade mango juice and peaches from his garden. He has done 20 Casinos, once walking through France and Spain in 20 days (I might take 40 in just Spain). The generosity continues.
Our goal is a town called Orio, but the Super Camino Guy tells us of a private albergue in a hamlet called St Marins that's the nicest on the northern Way. We make it there in late afternoon and stay the night. He was right. Its tres nice. There's a massaging shower.
There's also a kitchen where ppl congregate. We meet some Irish girls who are fun - real smartasses. Very Irish. I call them rogues. They seem to like this and show it by insulting me some more.
I'm starting to smell.