Day 24: Ventas de Narón, 31km

Bridge to Portomarin

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.”

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Day 23: Barbadelo, 4 km


Since I’d already stayed in Sarria, I decided once I got off the train this evening around 6:30 I’d walk to the next town. Barbadelo, 4km away (or about a 45 min walk). It’s been several days since I’ve had a guide book, having lost it somewhere before the mountains. So I just followed the arrows. It’s so insanely well sign posted here a guidebook is definitely of questionable necessity.

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Day 19: Triacastela, 21km


Yesterday evening I sat in bed around 7:30, contemplating going out or staying in. I decided, at least, I would go out for a few minutes, to check email, to be outside. At the bar across the street was a couple I’d met yesterday. A Swede and Austrian who met on the the trail. I sat with them, had a glass of wine, and then we all decided to hike a few hundred meters up to a cross you could see from the town. From there we all watched the sunset together and planned to go all together tomorrow. This is the Camino. You think you have a plan, and then you meet people and it changes, the spontaneity is addicting. You think, everyday, what will today bring? Every time, it is something new. New people, new experiences. It’s so unique, and like nothing I’ve experienced before. I’m regular life you know more or less what will happen, but on the Camino? You never know. 

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