Storming like crazy

Ran into a man bar. All burley men hiding from the storm. Lucky me, someone bought me an expresso with a side of whiskey. I must have been shivering when I came in. Life is good. I have been told to “take my coffee and rest” while the storm passes or I “will be too sick to walk tomorrow.” Oh, they don’t know what hardy stock I am. But I am enjoying the respite and concern. It’s a tough job being a pilgrim. Needs coffee, whiskey and cookies indeed.Meer informatie