Seven and a half hours of a long, boring, slow grind through nothing but grapevines where the mind wandered into places it shouldn’t go, such as questioning why I was doing this.
Vanity or stupidity?
Vanity is being voluntarily unemployed and driving a Porsche when a Mini will do. We now have only the Mini, so it must be stupidity.
But, as I closed in on the outskirts of my destination, Najera, I was joined by a delightful Spanish woman with a ski-jump beezer that would have made J Caesar himself proud. She echoed my thoughts about this leg….as she sloped off to her pre-booked hotel. Maybe not vanity, maybe just part of the cost of doing Camino?
I asked why she booked a hotel instead of schlepping in an Albergue with the rest of us gringos. Well, this was her holiday after all, and creature comforts mattered on holiday. Simple.
She and Doris would have bonded instantly.
I haven’t decided on tomorrow’s routing yet, so it will be as much of a surprise to you as it will be to me.
Later.