I woke after the long night of the fiesta infinita (which, as promised, did last almost till dawn) exceedingly grateful for my private room, and promptly went back to sleep. When I finally decided to get out of bed, head pounding, it was quite late in the morning — way later than I’d ever gotten up yet, and clearly an hour at which no self-respecting pilgrim would dare begin to walk. I slowly — very slowly — got myself together, and braced myself for embarrassment down in the bar.
“Long night?” the bartendress asked, before resuming her business of ignoring me. I nodded, ordered my coffee, and smiled nonetheless: it had been a great experience. Headache or not, I had wonderful memories, no regrets.
Leaving Campobecerros, I was amazed at what a tiny town it really was, and how different it was during the day than at night, with its thousands of stars shining above.
Campo by Day
My new friends and I spent the next while chatting, joking, and teaching each other the most-important phrases in English, Spanish, and Gallego (the language of Galicia.) It had gotten dark, and I was really enjoying myself, as they were all very friendly. I was also, it appeared, becoming quite drunk.
As the stars began to twinkle in the sky, Delfi got a twinkle in her eye and asked me, in English, “Do you want to go to an Infinity Party?”
Do you want to go to an Infinity Party?
I stumbled into the tiny village of Campobocerros a short while later, unsure if I’d hung my hopes on yet another town with no inhabitants. But I found a bar that was open, and asked inside if there were any rooms. “No,” they told me, “but go over there, allá, they should have rooms.”
I walked into what must’ve been the happening spot in town, if you could call it that.
Another Bustling Metropolis