Yesterday, I told my sister that I prefer wind to heat because at least the wind keeps you cool... I may have to revise that statement. It has been so windy that we have had to peddle down hill.
After another gruelling day on the dirt trail, we finally rode into our destination. The town's streets were torn up and in the process of being redone. We asked around for lodging ideas and could only find one solution. An alberge. This is network of dormatorys setup specifically for people doing the pilgrimage from all over Europe to Santiago. This one had about 12 beds to a room, two rooms (24 beds total), and only one bathroom with two toilet stalls and two shower stalls, all in one room
. The woman who ran the place was nice and cooked decent dinner for an unspecified donation amount. The beds were also charged an open donation amount by the person. The place was very clean and comfortable. I haven't slept in a bunk bed since I was 15 in summer camp. After going to bed, I used my little head lamp so I could read and out my headphones on to listen to music. I heard a loud voice. I pulled off my headphones thinking it was strange that someone would be talking so loud after everyone was asleep. I listened for a moment to his loud voice speaking Spanish wondering why there was no reply from someone else in the room or the sound of someone on the other end of a telephone call. Turns out, he was talking in his sleep. Ah, the memories of sleeping in a dorm room with twenty other people. It took me a while to fall asleep because I forgot to stretch before bed and my legs were really tense from the days ride. I didn't want to get up and stretch because I didn't want to shake the bed and wake the guy below me. Someday I will learn not to be so concerned with what others think of me. Today was not the day.