No one ever mentioned the flies.
Spain is infested. Every day we fight for the right to nap in the shade, jostling with the millions of tiny fly bodies that apparently can't land anywhere else. They crawl around your legs. They buzz over your head. They land on your lips, for goodness' sake; tiny fly kisses which tickle like mad. They even (and this is nasty) crawl around our blisters. *repressed shiver*
They aren't repelled by our super-duper-strong bug repellant. They aren't intimidated by our threats, not even when Sofia stops in her tracks, stops her foot, and shouts that she will (and I quote) "punch all you flies in the face". I don't know if the Spanish have just gotten used to them. Or perhaps Spainish people have developed a special symbiotic relationship with the flies, which would explain their unnatural abundance.
It is enough to drive any sane person who walks the Camino (which, I know, tests the definition of the word "sane") absolutely batty.
If anyone has the desire to walk the Way, please first consider the flies.
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