I hadn’t enought to drink to make it through the night unbothered… The road through the first cafe made it clear that the pain in my leg was still present: I would have to make it a short day if I hoped to feel better. I walked alone that day and ended up in Sarria early in the afternoon.
I was on my own that day, Loïc being ahead of me. I booked myself a single room for once: I needed the rest and wanted some privacy. I had gone out only to eat and spent the rest of the day in bed, watching tv shows on my phone. I also felt that I might have been falling sick so I took no chances, even though I could hear the two irishmen I had met earlier having quite the night downstairs.
The absence of people and the long break left me without distractions and I found myself face to face with my thoughts again. I was still hesitating about my next moves, and with Santiago so close it felt like it was time to make up my mind. Two days earlier, I would have kept walking without hesitation, but now with the weather degrading and the pain in my leg, I wasn’t sure about anything.
I was also in touch with some friends in Strasbourg and talking with them only made me want to go back as soon as possible… I was discovering my limits, and it seemed that one of them was the bad weather. But no matter what, I had to reach Santiago first.