Long day

I fell asleep last night with a scratchy throat and some congestion. It didn’t progress, just hovering around as a low key crud. Stopped at a farmacía and got some drugs.
Maybe the cold, or just more tired, but I forgot my poles at the albergue and had to go back for them, and also did a lot of extra wandering around Cezur Minor looking for a place to stop. Then tackled a big climb, and right down the other side to arrive here around 5:00. I was a straggler! I hate being a straggler. Much nicer to get in by 3:00, have more time to recoup, do laundry, and feel sorry for the poor stragglers as they stagger in.
Main clue that I bonked a little this afternoon was sitting at dinner, and all I wanted to say in response to the chatty lady with the nearly impenetrable accent who kept wanting to engage was “please stop speaking to me.” Bad pilgrim! I did not say that, of course.
I love all the Spanish windmills.
Metal sculpture is at the top of Alto del Perdón. Always SO windy up there and you can hear the windmills whirring away.
Not sure what Snow White and her band of groupies did to end incarcerated …
The two pilgrims with me are Kevin and Amy, who were at the albergue with me last night.
The in a couple photos of the fountains that liberally dot the Camino. It’s bridges, fountains and doors, people!
Walked on my own today and that was fine by me. May finally put my sign out tomorrow and see if there are any takers, unless this cold has me feeling too crappy.Baca lagi