Today I was weary. More so than any other day so far. Could be simply the toll of over 600 km. Could be that the weather has changed, from gorgeous to foggy-drizzly. Could be the unmistakable aroma of rural Galicia.
However, more likely it’s because I slept so poorly last night. I went to bed in the big dorm totally ready with earplugs to tolerate a few snores. But I wasn’t prepared for the blast furnace (aka heater) to turn on at midnight. It was an industrial panel 2 m high by 0.5 m wide, and was located 6 inches (OK – 15 cm, for consistency) from my bed. I should have taken a picture but didn’t. I was not thinking about my blog readers at the time!
Anyway, after the bad night of sleep, the weather had changed and this was a typical view.
The day ended well. As I wandered the streets (there are 2) of Triacastela, wondering where to stay, I encountered some friends I hadn’t seen for a couple of days. They led me to a nice little place – €8 for a bed and €7 to get all my laundry done. That made me feel fresher. Then we had dinner at a great restaurant I remembered from 2012.