Once past the 3 or 4 days of bad jet lag, I’ve been sleeping well – both in private rooms and with company.
Today’s walk featured MUD! Not deep stuff, but persistent. It accumulated until my boots were heavy, and there was no way to avoid it. That lovely red clay, that the olives and grapes seem to love, almost made me think it would have been better to walk along the highway.
Suddenly there was Mérida and the Roman bridge to enter the city.
I’m staying at the municipal Albergue with 1 French, 1 English, 1 German, 6 Spanish.