I woke up with a figurative slap in the face that morning: the result of the US elections were in and Trump was actually winning. I had talked about that topic with many americans I had met and all of them seemed confident that he would never get the job, but I guess everybody underestimated how voters mistrusted Clinton and how little they cared about all of Trump’s awful behavior and declarations. The whole day was quite depressing.
I walked with Krista until Melide but we didn’t talk much. I was still under the shock, I think. I must have spent the whole day lost in my thoughts since I took almost no notes.
We ate a large pizza and walked again… and it was a mistake! We had had too much to eat and we were both feeling tired and in need of a nap… We managed to drag ourselves to Arzúa and once there, didn’t really do anything except rest.