Bridge to Portomarin
Last night I self-inflicted my first “injury.” And true to my nature it was not something that made sense. Not tendinitis, or blisters, or shin splints. No. You see for the first time, the snoring in my eight person room penetrated my sleep. There are always snorers. It is to be expected, and ideally tolerated since this is indeed shared space. But last night, five of the eight snored in the most obnoxious cacophony. The worst offender, as it seems to often be was a woman, who despite her best efforts could not inhale all of the oxygen in the room. I slept through a lot of it, but around 3:30 I unfortunately woke up and only fitfully slept from there. But what I also apparently did was subconsciously push my earplug into my left ear, so that when I fully woke up at 6:30 it was aching and I couldn’t hear well out of it. Eventually, it felt better, but still aches a bit. Hopefully, tonight, there will be less snoring? And that will be my only “injury.”
Colliding With The Earth 