Im really enjoying the relaxed pace I’ve adopted. Not having to hurry is amazing.
We all got up pretty early just the same. The certain type of albergue i was at kicks everyone out at 8, so off we go while the sun isn’t up yet.
I found coffee and neat urban art, so I was happy. The day got nice and sunny.
Today is the ond day of the week I get a private room. Kind of a cheap splurge but damn worth it at any price.
We walked past this crazy yard full of fiberglass animals, hikers, and random mythical or two headed creatures This is Maryse, a Frenchwoman. We’re kind of like roommates. She’s there when I go to bed, and the first person I see in the morning. We’re in the same walking bubble.
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.
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.
Today’s walking was much more pleasant.Nice little town, very quiet