I was feeling great that we were able to cut our long walk in half, until we came upon Brendan this morning, or rather, he came upon and swiftly passed us. He is an Irishman living in Ontario, who takes no rest days and walks 35 – 40 km (22 – 25 miles) a day. Now I feel like a real 🐌 slug, with my piddly 10 mile day. Oh well, as the saying goes, “everyone walks their own Camino.”
Torremejia is a one horse town, and we had no trouble finding our hostal. There was an excellent restaurant right across the street with a midday meal of delicious pork, egg and noodle soup, fried eggs, Iberian ham and potatoes. Yum. We talked to two Belgians who encouraged us to visit Bruge. It’s now on my list. 494 miles to go.