Miles 12

It’s happened. I’m at the point of the journey where I wonder why the hell I’m here, and just what I hope to achieve.

Edit: I feel a little more positive now. I ate something and napped.

Today I watched a dude completely unself-consciously livestream at a café for an hour. I was low-key jealous of how little of a shit he gave about anything.

Miles 8

Basically, it’s a day off. I just walked to the next town. No shops, no bars. I had some emergency food, but not an entire days worth.

Thank God for Judy, who told me about the bread truck. I was just sitting here wondering what to do about dinner, and I heard two honks. The very nice man sold me a loaf of bread.

I’ll have a nice meal tomorrow in Zamora.

Miles 13

Miles: 9

A short day today, which is good because I got a cold again.

The walk itself was flat and uninteresting.

The albergue tonight is nice, and i really hope someone else shows up. It’s just me and Stefan. He’s a little intense and a little strange. But who am I to talk?

It’s Sunday, which means no shops are open. It’s a restaurant meal for dinner and no breakfast. Boo.

It’s also Palm Sunday. I was invited to the mass, and to participate in the local procession. Small but welcoming.

Officially we’re at 460.4 km to go.