Well we got to Ponferrado but it went on for miles. I googled my hotel when my feet were falling off and it said…45 minutes!!! poor Diane had to go on…but I followed the route which was a bit scary and eventually got through the day
I think the most significant part of the day was to arrive at the iRon Cross. We all thought it would be bigger but many were emeotional and left treasures at the base. Diane hasd so many little Peter momentous from her mum, so I offered to take her photo. Me? I picked up a green stone…and laid it down with all my hopes and dreams and cares for my family….
After a day too long to recall i arrived at the hotel and the receptionist looked up at me as though I was a smelly dusty pilgrim.. which `I was….I have never felt like that before…but I just wanted the room I had paid for…no problem,…first floor .ok there was a lift…
After negotiating the automatic lights..I found the towels after my bath were threadbare!! Ok Not a problem…but when I pulled the covers back the counter pane was threadbare too….not a problem. I needed to eat.. I went down about 4pm and was told that the kitchen was closed and the menu of the day had finished at 3,30 anyway. Nothing would open till 8pm!!
So I sat and ordered wine looking at the main square. It was heaving with life…kids on their motor scooters and whatever…but I felt really low. I was the epitome of grumpy.This cant be what it is all about…surely. Desperate for food I take a tapas at the empty bar…? Well that was no Fun!!!
I give in and wait for 8 pm and it cost me almost 40 euros!!! I am not used to this. I was sad so I make contact with family….disaster….I’m worse than ever…what am I doing here!!My body is reeling after 35K and 25 odd days of walking…I sleep.