Or the day I ask “Why am I doing this?”
My day started well rested. Great hostel. Lovely to shower and not have to worry about disturbing anyone. In morning I was famished but took time to book room for the night. That meant deciding how far I would go today. Flipping back and forth between today’s starting and ending locations, I accidently booked the second night for tonight but was able to change that. Then I booked a room for tonight at Marinhas, as the likely time to reach it, according to Google, was 6 hours or so. With that, I felt pretty happy heading out. Yesterday’s experience taught me I am needing a hat; found one.
Thought I was on right path as I marched along the ocean. Lovely day.
I was not on path I thought I was but the route I was taking joined it later. Meanwhile I met dear young(sounds like) Dahlia who told me about Camino Ninja. It has saved my sanity and my joy.
I had a great walk. Rural and farmland, lovely villages and suburbs. It was going well until my blisters got blisters and the expected arrival time to the room kept getting later and later. I ended up walking in the dark, again. Only an hour this time. Arrived at destination about 2130.
Wow, Lynn! You are doing it! It’s so beautiful. Looks like the experience of a lifetime.
Greater than I ever imagined 💕