Suddenly the Camino changed.
There is a wine festival in full swing her. Like F1 in Montreal. Morgan and I got lost. We spent an hour wandering among drunk people looking for our hostel.
Here is the deal. You show up at noon. Pick up a wine glass then start sampling at the hundreds of booths. Not enough confusion? Ok let's put in a massive flee market. More? Let's add a Busker Festival with 50 plus stages. Still want more? Lets fire up the church bells. I'm not talking about your Cherry Valley PEI bells. I'm talking hunch back babies. Not toss in the MacKenzie's and put a backpacks on them. Spin them around a few times and see if they can find an obscure hostel in a YMCA. Well we did.
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