“Man is to man either a god or a wolf“. –Desiderius Erasmus
I was less than a mile outside of La Virgen del Camino headed toward Villar de Mazarife when an old man hobbling along the road with a cane and sporting a jaunty cap called out to me.
“Hey,” he yelled in Spanish. “You’re not walking alone, are you? A woman alone on the Camino?”
“Yes,” I replied, also in Spanish. “Why not?”
He drew near and I slowed down. “It’s dangerous for a woman alone on the Camino,” he told me, his voice low and raspy. “There are wolves!”
Immediately I retorted, “Qué va!” which (I think) translates into, “No way!” or, “That’s ridiculous!” in English.
“It’s true,” he persisted. “There are many wolves along this route…wolves of the two-legged variety.”
I laughed and resumed walking west as he continued calling out behind me, “Be careful girl! It’s dangerous! Watch out for those wolves…”