«So did you dream of them?»
«No dream, Rich! Think what you want, we really met those two.»
«What about the scarves?! And the fact that they disappeared?»
«Listen, let's not think about it anymore» he slaps me on the shoulder. «Come on Rich, let's get back on the Way, come on.»
We walk towards Villafreja del Bierzo, along a narrow path that cuts a large prairie in two. You can only walk in single file: the grass on the sides is too thick to be walked on. I hug St from behind and have my chin resting on her shoulder. My legs are slightly apart to put my feet next to St's and I am very careful to perceive the ground with the plant. From time to time, Stina makes light zigzags to avoid a few holes or some larger stones. I continue to be amazed at my well-being, at my joy in continuing the
