June 25, Tuesday
We are in the municipal hospiteria tonight. We are in top bunks. I am looking at empty bunks below. Ha!
The man that checked us in loves us.
A man has just started singing in the dinner room. It was some prayer, so short. He had a great voice.
We saw a Korean man today that I drew two days ago sitting in the sun reading in the square in Viana. He had bare feet then, and he had bare feet today when we passed him walking. I asked him how his feet were. He motioned, "Strong."
Monica just talked to him. He has just known God for 5 years, and God told him to walk the Camino, so he is doing it.