I Found Jesus

So I´m passing through this tiny town, waiting for Becky to stroll in after me. I´m meeting all the locals and all their kids and having fun being a dork. Then a middle aged, Spanish man approaches me and begins to chat.
So I chat and we talk about Canada and then he gives me dos besos (two kisses on the cheeks) and then does not let go.
He then attempts to force me to kiss him and tries to kiss me on the lips, telling me just how ¨happy¨I make him.

At this point, I´ve realized this man is not really nice like the other people of this TINY town and I wiggled my way outta there pronto. I run up the camino, shaking my poles at him and I get away.

So it seems every time I take a trip to Europe, I have a brush with some sort of sexual assault. So honestly, I´m glad this trip´s encounter is over and I can move on. Plus, after I ran away from him, I moved the fastest I have during the entire hike-- and I didn´t feel any pain in my muscles. Blessing in disguise-- not.

I was over it after fuming for five minutes, but I´ve learned the lesson that five-year-olds already know... don´t be too friendly with strangers.

-J