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  • Day 3 – The Storks

    I wake up at 7 a.m. We have breakfast and set off with Argos. Today’s plan is to cycle 45 kilometers to Frómista. I’m not a morning person, so I start off slowly. The sun is just rising, and it’s a bit chilly. The route begins with an uphill climb—something I’d later learn is typical…

  • Day 4 – The Fall

    I wake up at 6:40 a.m., even before the alarm goes off. I feel refreshed. We get the bikes ready and set off. As we pedal out of town, Argos tells me he can’t believe I’m not wearing a helmet. I should mention I have one packed, but I’ve been wearing a hat to avoid…

  • Day 5 – The Cathedral

    My sleep is interrupted at 2 a.m. by the sound of a mobile band arriving in the street outside the hostel. I imagine the entire hostel woke up, but I don’t mind. In fact, I enjoy the unexpected concert happening outside my window. The nighttime performance lasts about 15 minutes, and then they leave. I…

  • Day 6 – The Found Days

    I step out into the hostel courtyard, and the first thing I find is my bike with a flat tire. Damn. I’m out of spares. Now I really have to patch it. As I get organized and start removing the wheel, everyone else has already left the hostel. I tell Argos he can go ahead…

  • Day 7 – Cruz De Ferro

    Today I’m the last one to wake up, since I went to bed later than usual last night, excited by the big discovery about the date confusion. The eight-bed room is already completely empty. I get up. It’s 6:30 a.m. I wash my face and, when I return to the room, I find Argos. I…

  • Day 8 – The Storm

    Rain is forecast for the entire day. We wake up early, as usual, and head down for breakfast. It’s a continental breakfast, so I help myself to everything I see without thinking twice. By the time I finish, I’m quite full, satisfied, and with a long day ahead. The rain shows no sign of stopping,…

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