My bed tonight is a mattress on a floor, and I’m grateful to have it. It was the last mattress in the village. Today wasn’t my longest day of walking, but if I had had to continue on to the next village, it would have been.
At least it’s not a top bunk.
Today did feature one of the longest, most boring stretches between villages since leaving the Pyrenees. So I have that going for me.
The markers showing how much distance remains on the way to Santiago are of dubious accuracy, but even if they’re off by ten percent, I’m past the halfway point. That’s good and bad. My mind has started turning from the day in front of me to the end of the journey, and it’s probably a bit too soon for that.
