Meditating on happifullnes and contentment on a bench by the camino. Changing my outward apperance to make it reflect on my soul. It sort of works. The next few days many people commented to me that they had seen me, that I'd seemed so happy. That my visage had improved their day.
The birds of Los Arcos were a friendly sort. Hard to capture on photo. This fellow standing on our park-table outsie the refugio is the only remotly acceptable shot I got. I just wish I'd gotten the two guys (they seemed like good friends) who were sitting on the Belgian hospitaleros outside desk and watching him stamp my pilgrims passport.