May 13th, 2018. Villar de Mazarife to Hospital de Orbigo, Spain. Camino de Santiago.
After 15 minutes of debating with myself whether to take my rain/wind jacket, logic prevailed – thank godness!
I began my day completely discombobulated. I heard a fellow pilgrim say it was 1 degree C (34 F).
When I checked the weather before walking, it said it wasn’t to reach 10 C but the wind chill would make it seem much lower. It was freezing! Bundled, I walked briskly for 10km, walking a long stretch of what I can only assume as an old Roman road with its telltale signs of a straight line and ditches on either side.
It was pretty monotonous today. No one was chatty, as it seemed the consensus was to plough through and get to our own destination as quickly as possible. Everyone was bundled from head to toe, so conversations were difficult at best.
After stopping for warmth, a (crap) cup of coffee and finally a toilet (there are no facilities along the Camino, other than in towns), I walked the remaining 6km. With the sun out and more protection from the wind, I enjoyed it a little more but I have to admit: the wind beats the starch out of you.
Conversations do help make the kilometres tick over, that’s for sure! I had a few brief ones but would have appreciated a few more for the distraction from the weather!
When I finally arrived at my Albergue, a private room awaited. I’m relieved to have it.
But, it seems the universe isn’t done testing my resilience just yet.
I’m coming down with something – a cold or simply after-affects to an allergic reaction to lavender in last night’s Albergue. Yep, I’m allergic of lavender. Weird thing I know. It could be just from the wind. But I am feverish and feel as if I’ve been hit with a baseball bat. So there is that.
I am going to do a short day tomorrow (14km) and then rest two nights. I realized today that it’s been over 8 days since I had a rest day so maybe it’s just my body needing rest. I thought, since I am not walking as far each day, that I could push on. I guess not!