Pilgrimage . . . This doesn’t seem like a pilgrimage now that I’ve checked into a nice hotel room in this big city. I wrestle with the idea that maybe it’s a mistake to stay here. The comfort with real bath towels and big bed in an air-conditioned room is relaxing, but it emotionally pulls me off the Camino. I feel like a tourist. I don’t feel spiritual – whatever that’s supposed to feel like.

Regardless, my feet thank me for the break from the hot, dusty road.