A rebel without a clue.

A few days of rain and everything is becoming greener! Since Sunday I've had constant stomach issues. Unable to keep anything solid. I was getting better in a private room, but it returned in the municipal albergue. It's not food? It's not water... It's the uncomfortableness of being in a humid room where people forget they don't need alarm clocks at 5am. Alarm clocks which don't just wake themselves, but also wake everyone else who is alert, half asleep in the discomfort of the disposable bedding. And I know I hate the Camino Frances for the way it's not helping me get to Santiago. I am not like other souls who sleep so deeply that a war could be going on and they wouldn't notice. I felt bad for having to take a private room on Monday, to help me recover from the discomfort of the nights, but now I know it could be no other way. But I may never reach Santiago a second time... Have I slept well in an albergue since I was in Saint-Jean-Pied-de-Port? I rea...

Fresh socks! The joy of freshly laundered socks! Simple but lush?! As I breathed in the soapy freshness those around me laughed at the absurdity of the act and also knew the deeper meaning! Today is ... Today. Pilgrims admire churches, however I use them purely as a shortcut in the north door out the west; so cynical am I? To me it is a building, which cost a lot of time and energy, to effectively control the populace when the seeds were sown. To declare that there is just one way, when there are billions of ways, during harvest. Cup of tea, yogurt and a lovely croissant; shoes and socks of for a feet refreshment. The sun is shining down on Hontanas.