This is a real mental slog and I'm having a tough time getting into it. While good on paper, the albergue I stayed at last night was a disappointment. I just erased a paragraph of complaints because really, who wants to hear it.
Today's route was actually very nice after the first three km on the highway. A mere 20km in all but uphill all the way. Not very steep but very constant. I guess it was about 900 feet in elevation. The 'problem' so far is that there is nothing between the stages. Today I only passed one rock to sit down and rest on and never got a chance to take my shoes off to air out feet. Tomorrow looks like another unrewarding stage. 30km with the first 16 on a road, ending in a pueblo that doesn't sound very charming.
I'm staying at a hotel that's a cross between Grand Budapest Hotel and Fawlty Towers. It's big and kind of majestic but run by a guy who, when I asked where I could eat tonight politely asked me to sit down and wait for him to finish eating dinner with his wife. There's wifi on the ground floor only. Sadly the router doesn't seem to be connected to the internet.
My other main gripe is the other 'peregrinos'. They're either sanctimonious Swiss or homogenous Germans. Yesterday a Swiss lady proudly told me that she left Sevilla (or is it Seville) at 6:30 am and got to the depressing pueblo by noon. I was kicking myself for being there at 3pm. It doesn't even get light out till 8.
Still, the weather is a lot nicer than back home and I don't have to hear about the elections.
So much for me not making you listen to my whining.
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