Ok. Not much to report today. Left at 8am, got sicker and slower.
We didn’t make our destination but stopped short at a beautiful albergue run by a young man called Aron in a tiny, ancient town called El Ganso. Forever etched in my memory as El Gastro. I was very unwell. I slept all afternoon and then all night. His mother cooked dinner for us. I couldn’t eat any of it. Our room mates were very understanding and shared their medicines with me. I felt safe and nurtured.
The Camino provides.