We walked today for 17 miles and ended in the small village of Ages. This was because we chose to go beyond the guidebook's stopping point for the day when we heard that it was run by nuns with a reputation for stinginess with hot water. So we would try to go 2 miles further for a nicer place to stay. And we're grateful for it.
Here's Lindsay resting by a road sign, waiting for me to catch up.
I have thought today about the old cliche that it is better to travel hopefully than to arrive. And the equally old response that if that were true, no one could travel hopefully. All I can say is that today I was so grateful to arrive.
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