In the next few days not much extra happened—besides walking in pain, a wine fountain to give me strength and hope, a fiesta, and random bulls. and then suddenly... no more pain.
I overslept today, because the beds were amazing and thanks to my earplugs—god bless whoever invented it, for real.—I heard nothing around me. We got a proper breakfast, so it was a great kick start of today.
This morning I felt very well-rested and ready to go. Spending yesterday’s afternoon and evening out in Pamplona was like an energy boost for me.
Today supposed to be a short day after yesterday’s super-long one, so we weren’t rushing. Left in the last minute, 8 AM sharp—usually, they are kicking you out early in the morning from the hostels. Also, at night around 11 PM is lights out, gates locked. Good night if you got back on time… if you did not? Well, too bad. We had some breakfast and walked around a bit in this cute town.
After the first hardcore day and the first night ever spent in a hostel, I was so not fresh and so not ready for the second day of my Camino.