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This happend today;

 I stand and stare at some horses running on the fields next to the road. 

Spanish young man walks by,  asks something in spanish and points at the horse. I assume he asks if I want to pet the horse and so I stay "si". 

Ten minutes later I'm riding towards the next city  (fast because this was one of those strong hot-tempered spanish horses) and this man is carrying my backpack,  running. I'm still smiling. 

He spoke no english so I don't know anything about him (except that he was amazingly nice),  but the horse was called Hara and she made this the best day of the camino. 

Hanna - jag tänkte på dig!