Day 9 … Monday, 10 August 2015
There are so many moments of weakness today.
For a start I woke up at 7am, two hours later than normal. Did not want up properly before walking and the legs felt like concrete.
Stopped more often than normal, at least two hours in cafes. That’s about 9 km behind.
Happy to know it’s just 100km to Santiago but that means a lot more pilgrims are walking from here.
Didn’t take the advice of seasoned pilgrims to book a bed and ended up panic, begging a bar owner to help me get a place somewhere, anywhere.
Here’s where I learned my lesson. Remember the day I gave my books to young David?
A French Chinese lady, Mirella was there and we spoke for a bit. Didn’t see her until this afternoon having beer at the same bar.
She led me to the Municipal hostel where no pilgrims have been turned away. We didn’t get a bed but a mattress on the floor of the gymnasium.
Yesterday I helped three people, one was lost, two didn’t have beds. Today the favour is returned.
This is the way of the Camino.