Day 35
The best thing about the day is that my ankles are getting back to pretty much normal. Hooray !!
The Albergue I found is in the outskirts, about halfwayish towards Monte do Gozo, and this morning I was able to hike out here with my backpack, drop it off, then head straight back to the Cathedral square for the Pilgrim lunch in just over 90 minutes - - which seems to suggest that unstressed, I am actually walking a bit faster than I was.
The surprises continue.
I have taken it for two nights, so not only can I take a massive rest day now, and I have been able to wash all my clothes, with enough time for them to dry, but also in this place I can get in late tomorrow night which I will need.
Meanwhile, I'm glad to simply be away from the Camino stress for a bit, with just water and no need for anything else. Which I take as a glimpse into what my post-Camino might be like. No need for anything liquid to dull any pain.
The Pilgrim lunch was fine - - somewhat in similar style as the old ones, except far more expertly cuisined. An inventive Caldo/Minestrone mashup for starters, then pork with a rich cream of mushroom sauce, then for dessert the first piece of Tarta de Santiago that I've really liked - - professional pastry chef seems to make the difference. I did once taste a home made one that I liked well enough, which are the two exceptions to a dish that I don't much enjoy - - though again, today's was truly excellent.
The vino is a lot better than the ghastly plonk they used to serve. Still no coffee !!
I met the three young American pilgrims on Cathedral square who had cheered me up along a difficult section for me, from the pain, and was glad to thank them for it.
A few others whom I had met in passing.
More alarmingly, on my way back to the Albergue, a young Englishman, possibly a pilgrim not sure, had a violent epileptic seizure. Two Spanish men helped him at first and well enough, all I could do is get people to step back and give him and them enough space, and prevent one lady misguidedly trying to give the poor man some water. He calmed down enough to be able to sit up on a nearby bench before the ambulance arrived, but it was a bad fit, I think the worst I've witnessed. I hope he's OK and being well cared for.
This place is not too full, but with the Feast Day approaching, the Albergues in the centre of town must be packed. There's a huge number of tourists, dwarfing the considerable number of pilgrims, except of course on Cathedral square itself.
I won't be here for it, heading off back towards Roncesvalles and back to the hitch-hiking, with I don't know how much walking along the way until I get there. No deadline now though, so it will take as long as it takes.