I woke up a bit hungover, but compared to Loïc I was in great shape. The rain had finally stopped so after breakfast I walked around the city and enjoyed it, while Loïc was resting and slowly made his come back to human form.
Early in the afternoon we took a bus back to Puente la Reina and checked into one of the albergues. Loïc kept resting while I grabbed drinks with a few pilgrims I met at the albergue, and we both went to bed quite early.
A wedding, I guess?