I guessed that by now, despite the absence of signs, I must be less than 100kms from Santiago and that, for a reason which only they know, the Confraternity of St James require 2 stamps a day from now on. So another church?
There it was just waiting to be entered. When I did, I could see a few ladies dotted about in silent contemplation. I approached the front (altar I believe it's called) and sat down looking around for someone in charge. In the end I caught the eye of a devout looking woman who I thought might help. I waved the Pilgrim's passport and thumped my flat hand a few times to get the message across. "Ah Si!" she whispered and set off to find someone. Almost immediately the silence was broken by the sound of Elvis loudly telling everyone he wished he was back in the land of cotton. My ringtone. I didn't know whether to make a run for it but smiling apologetically sat tight and got the stamp.