Written on 12/07!
I landed in Portomarin at midday today, which leaves me with 86 kilometers to walk till Santiago. I´m out of money and am sitting by the side of the church to try to get the price of a bed and some food together. Some very nice German fellow invited me to join his little band of merry travellers for a picnic earlier, leaving me quite sated at the moment.
I slept in Barbadelo yesterday and went for a stroll through the village and in the surrounding countryside, when all of a sudden down an overgrown lane a strange felling came over me. It was as if a faery had touched me. I stopped and looked around and my eyes came to rest on a oaktree that must have been at least eight hundred years old. Someone had put three big rocks into a hole in its trunk some decades earlier and the tree had by now half enveloped them.
I put one hand on a rock and the other on the trunk and felt a surge of energy wash through me. I thought for a second about trying to dislodge the rocks, but decided against it and let it lie(there must be a good reason for it!) I bowed my head in respect to this majestic giant and felt very young and foolish indeed with my paltry half a century of age. There was a wall next to the road, made up of rocks that seemed to have been put there when Mother Earth was still a virgin.
Vines were trying in vain to strangle the mammoth tress. I just stared and stared in wonder and clapped my hands with joy. I actually laughed out loud! I had found my magic at last. I´m reading a book by a professor named Park, called Voodoo Science, in which he scientifically proves that magic is not of this world. I beg to differ, for I am living it every day. Nothing spectacular, just little things, like items appearing out of nowhere just when you need them and so on.
I ask no-one to believe me, but should they travel at my side for a while, they would surely be astounded at what they´d see! I do worry sometimes(I´m only human), but every time something happens to show me that I really shouldn´t. If you are pure of heart and clean of mind, then things just come to you as and when you need them(at least on the Camino).
I´m reminded of that fellow in Boadillo, who told me that a pilgrim needs three virtues: humility, patience and the ability to adapt. O only hope that I´m not getting too big for y breeches, for Karma doesn´t like that.
I am missing my internet friends and family terribly though. I hope I can settle down soon and go online every day again as before. I´ve been giving the address of Ralphie´s Portal to everyone I befriend and pray that they pay us a visit. Here´s a big hug from yours truly, Ralphie!!!

My Gran's wonderful furry companion Francis

Bless’ed are the flexible for they shall not be bent out of shape…
I’m delighted tomhear from you Ralphie!
Here is an Irish blessing for you:
May God grant you always…
A sunbeam to warm you,
A moonbeam to charm you,
A sheltering angel, so nothing can harm you.
God bless and keep you my friend! xxx
Thank you both. You are in my thoughts and in my heart!
Ah, I loved this…I felt the magick!!! Sending love and care and blessings o-plenty~ xoxo Gran
I knew you would, Gran. Hugs from me!