I rolled into Sahagún, with my backpack and my dreams,
A pilgrim on the Camino, chasing rivers, stars, and streams.
The hostel smelled of sweat and wine, the bunks were creakin’ loud,
But I didn’t know the madness waitin’ in that rowdy crowd.
Oh, Sahagún, you broke my heart, you tore my soul in two,
With the strangest folks I ever met, and the things they chose to do.
From the bunkhouse to the barroom, it’s a tale I can’t unpack,
‘Cause some fool went and pissed all over my poor ol’ backpack!
I laid my bag beside my bunk, thought it’d be safe and sound,
But a guy with bleary eyes and a grin came stumblin’ ‘round.
He wobbled like a sailor, didn’t aim where he should’ve been,
And my backpack took the brunt of his late-night liquid sin.
Oh, Sahagún, you broke my heart, you tore my soul in two,
With the strangest folks I ever met, and the things they chose to do.
From the bunkhouse to the barroom, it’s a tale I can’t unpack,
‘Cause some fool went and pissed all over my poor ol’ backpack!
Above me on the upper bunk, the night got even worse,
A fella thought the dark was his, to satisfy his curse.
The creakin’ wasn’t just the wood, the rhythm told the tale,
I prayed for dawn to break the spell, or at least a holy gale.
Oh, Sahagún, you broke my heart, you tore my soul in two,
With the strangest folks I ever met, and the things they chose to do.
From the bunkhouse to the barroom, it’s a tale I can’t unpack,
‘Cause some fool went and pissed all over my poor ol’ backpack!
Down the hall, the night got wild, a scene I can’t unsee,
Two old men and a young lass, in a tangle, loud and free.
They laughed and whispered secrets, in the glow of candlelight,
While I just clutched my soggy bag and prayed for morning’s light.
Oh, Sahagún, you broke my heart, you tore my soul in two,
With the strangest folks I ever met, and the things they chose to do.
From the bunkhouse to the barroom, it’s a tale I can’t unpack,
‘Cause some fool went and pissed all over my poor ol’ backpack!
The Camino’s meant for soul-searchin’, for peace and holy grace,
But in Sahagún’s old hostel, it’s a different kind of place.
From the bunkhouse blues to midnight news, it’s chaos through and through,
I’ll keep walkin’ to Santiago, but this tale’s forever true.
Oh, Sahagún, you broke my heart, you tore my soul in two,
With the strangest folks I ever met, and the things they chose to do.
I’ll wash my bag and say my prayers, but I’ll never quite get back,
The innocence I lost when they pissed on my poor backpack!
So here’s to Sahagún, my friends, where madness writes the song,
I’ll keep on walkin’ westward, but this story lingers long.
Brandon Hikes 
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