Once, on the Via de la Plata, there was an old Scottish couple walking same length as me each day, ending up in the same albergues as me. Each morning, he got up at 3.30 AM, noisily, made a lot of noise in the nearby kitchen, and at 4.30 AM he walked into the dorm, and shouted: "Tea is ready, my dear!" At 8 AM, when the last pilgrims started walking, they were having coffee in the kitchen.
After 3 nights, I stopped early in a bar, and watched them walk by and into the distance. I then went to the albergue, making it a short day. I never saw them again until Santiago.
A God exists; sometimes, He just needs a little help.