Today was roadside walking almost the whole way, sometimes behind a road side crash bar, sometimes along the road edge.
There was one hairy moment, involving a truck swinging into a truck park at speed as we walked across the entrance.
Other places could have been dicey – like walking across a motorway on ramp. It was rendered safe by the limited traffic.
Apparently, until recently this part of the Camino was more demanding. Since a new motorway opened the level of traffic has reduced significantly.
We walked through some very beautiful country-side. It’s leafy, autumnal, bucolic in places.
All that quiet country-side served to take my mind off the threat of bedbugs.
They can be a bit of a pest on the Camino. And last night, again, we met pilgrims who have been badly bitten. As we walked the thought did pass through my mind that I might find my pack crawling with the critters this afternoon.
Imaginings based on, well, my imagination. Not on any actual facts, apart from one: bedbugs do exist here on the Camino.
The actual facts for us are that neither of us have been bitten (so far.) And we haven’t seen any sign of the critters on any of the beds or the walls near our beds in any of the albergues where we’ve stayed, either.
As you can see when I’m walking I think about very important matters: from Dorothy and her red shoes, to Puck (yesterday’s effort), and now to bedbugs.
I know from the conversations I can’t help overhearing as I walk (voices do carry) others are busily solving the world’s problems.
Not me. My head is more commonly empty except when my stomach is empty which seems to be more often than not. Then, I think about food.
I always like to know where my next meal is coming from.
Tonight, it’ll be somewhere in Herrerias. And breakfast, too. There’s a small cafe that opens at 7:00 am, even on a Sunday. So that’s me sorted, for the next two meals anyway.
Tomorrow, we have a 600 metre climb before crossing into Galicia and walking on to Fonfria.