So, good morning. It’s almost 19, and I just woke up from a nap. Staying awake long enough to write something before dinner is pretty darn impossible, our day being what it is. Once you’ve showered, settled down and finished the laundry, you go out like a light. Some lunch fits in there somewhere, too, though.
Started well before sunrise today, around 5:30.
Fine morning, but we walk the whole of 20km before there’s some food, so I’m a bit grumpy. The place where we finally are able to sit down to eat has by that time collected many of the people we had met before. Very nice. And they serve coffee and food, even better!
Here Lidia decides she’s a grown up enough to walk the rest of today’s stage alone, so we decide to spread out and walk each on our own for a bit. So she sets out (as witnesses later tell me, heading back to Burgos for a little while, until she realises the sun is in her face instead of her back). I come out 5 minutes later or something like that. After food it’s much more fun, actually.
The rest of the day is hot, hotter, the hottest, during which time I: see some storks, overtake a horse, run out of water, have a beer at a small bar and sweat a lot, all before getting to Frómista to find my wife laying down in front of the albergue, right in the scorching sun.
The rest of the day is gone to laundry, naps, taking to people, eating and drinking. The only Scandinavian couple we’ve met so far (Mats and Terese from Sweden) are going back home from here, so it’s a good-bye…
Tomorrow promises cooler weather, which is good news, because the stage is a bit tricky: 18km and then another 17km, without anything during these last 17, so, yeah… better check the water before leaving that last village, yes?
Good night, good people.
PS. Apparently other Europeans don’t believe in air during the night time (actually, I think Spaniards do have some kind of superstition), so I might suffocate here. If you don’t hear from me tomorrow, start worrying.
PPS. A couple of cyclists from somewhere think the entire room is theirs, apparently, so they have things, it seems, on everybody’s bunks, in the common area, right in front of my bed, everywhere. And everything is in individual plastic baggies, I think? While doing their thing they also play with their Garmin devices, which in turn play loud Garmin chimes, like, every few seconds. You may just as well start worrying about these schmucks, as this pilgrim’s patience is growing thin…
