Allmost everybody had left when I woke up. I didn’t hear them.
It was a nice stage on shady paths. I arrived already at noon. Saw Pavarotti in front of me and followed him so I didn’t end up in the same albergue.
The woman from California came by while I was eating my lunch sandwich. Then I saw Françoise who gets there by taxi and can’t walk. I haven’t seen Thierry, Gustavo and the others for a couple of days.
Ate with a man from the Netherlands. Boring.
Went back to the village after dinner and met Jan. I had given her the wrong phone number. Sigh. Later I met Thierry and Gustavo.
Got blisters on one arm and one leg, fleas for sure.
To O Pedrouzo.
To O Pedrouzo.
To O Pedrouzo.
To O Pedrouzo.
I was in this bar for 14 years ago. There was no bottles then.
I was in this bar for 14 years ago. There was no bottles then.