<HTML><FONT FACE=arial,helvetica><FONT SIZE=2>In a message dated 1/19/2002 9:19:54 PM Eastern Standard Time, LgalilaAOL.COM writes:<BR>
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Mary Boyle from NJ whom I met on the Camino told me she and other women did exactly what I and other guys did. Her husband, who did not go, had a good laugh when we graphically told him what we did (separately and privately). By the way, more than once I saw a woman come out of the woods or a field with a sheepish look on her face. Fortunately I only had two "emergency situations" in the entire month. In retrospect, it was not so terrible. But at the time I was frantic that someone would discover me in a very awkward situation. Enough said. Howard Mendes, NYC</FONT></HTML>