The Fountain of Youth

We´ve now been walking for over a week, and time has lost all meaning... or perhaps gained infinitely more meaning. It´s hard to say. I´m finding that I have little concept of what day it is, yet that each day is brimming over with priceless conversations, views, experiences, and surprises.
Some days ago, a fellow pilgrim reported back to me that two of my friends, a German and a Belgian, sent their regards. They were spotted, according to this young man, carousing in ¨The Fountain of Youth¨. The fountain he referred to, while not bestowing eternal youth on pilgrims, does provide them with an endless flow of wine. Yes, you read correctly, a wine fountain for any pilgrim who happens to pass by. Though he may have mispoken, I think there was some truth to the words that young pilgrim uttered. I have met pilgrims ranging in age from 17 to 82, and nearly everyone seems possessed by a child-like energy that is seldom found among adults in society. It´s a beautiful thing. It´s also worth noting that the priests I have been fortunate to hear preach thus far have all possessed an uncommon convinction in their preaching. Perhaps living along this spiritual route has benefits for the local inhabitants as well.
While the wine and energy is ample here, the internet time is not. And so I must sign out again. One last thing though--the warnings about the snoring at night were in no way understated.