Tuesday 15 October 2013

You know you're on the Camino de Santiago when...

Getting up at 6.30 constitutes a lie-in.
You tell complete strangers things about yourself that not even your best friend knows.
Walking 15km in a day counts as a rest.
You can hardly imagine a day without seeing a beautiful sunrise.
You allow hair to grow on previously shaven areas of your body.
People provide you with food and medical supplies for free whenever you need them.
You start speaking English as though it were your second or possibly even third language.
You have a strong opinion on the best way to prevent and treat blisters.
The question 'How are you?' is replaced by 'How are your feet?'
You can't remember the last time a meal didn't include large quantities of bread.
Having a drink at 21.30 is a big night out.
Doors on showers are seen as an optional extra by albergues.
Whether someone snores is a major factor in deciding if you can be friends.
You start to wonder if ovens are purely ornamental in Spanish kitchens.
A bathroom with toilet paper and soap is a luxury.
There is always room for one more at the dinner table.
You get worried if you go for too long without seeing a yellow arrow.
The world is your urinal.
You wish you owned shares in compeed.
Few meals are complete without a large slab of chocolate or a packet of biscuits at the end.
You resort to ripping pages from your guidebook to lighten the weight of your rucksack.
You would do unspeakable things in order to use a swimming pool.
You get used to the bizarre health rituals of your companions, which usually involve stretching and a bewildering array of creams and pills.
You go for weeks without meeting a boring person.
You feel like you have found something that was missing from your normal life.
Choosing your outfit in the morning usually involves wearing the same clothes from the previous day.
You start to make impressed noises when you encounter relatively mundane things, such as shops or a special kind of biscuit.
You have amazingly defined tan lines on the backs of your legs.
You talk to strangers you meet instead of just passing them by.