Just to put this in perspective.

Since I left San Diego I have flown across the Atlantic, spent one night in Barcelnoa, flew to Pamplona, spent one night there, then got transported to the French Border where I have walked over 100 miles since I left home.  I’m sleeping in a different bed almost every night and they are usually single beds which, as my Dad used to say, is “Like a monkey fucking a football”.  I have no idea what that means but in my case it means that I’m way too big for these little beds.

We get up early and walk through freezing rain and gale force winds and we don’t stop until we get to the next destination.  In other words; it’s hard.

Don’t get me wrong; I knew it was going to be hard and that’s why I’m doing this.  I needed to have my ass kicked and this trip is doing a great job of doing it.  And I will try to share as much of this as I can with you because I LOVE the fact that my family and friends are reading my Blog and watching my Videos but sometimes, like tonight, it’s just not possible.

The hotel we’re in to night is so poorly soundproofed you can hear a mouse pass gas in the next room.  Spanish people tend to be “exuberant” which does not go well with these old buildings.  You just go to bed and pray you will get a good nights sleep because you know the next day is going to be hard.  Tomorrow is another 20 mile day and it’s supposed to be raining.

Hopefully I will have good internet and the energy to use it.

Buen Camino,

Joe