We have arrived in Vilalba. There is nothing inviting about this place which feels like an overgrown truck stop. Maybe there’s a nicer square later but the approach to the town is grim and grey. It’s hard to believe people live here. It feels emblematic of the death of small towns for young people in Spain.
For the last 5km of today all I could think was that tomorrow I’m going to try and do 2 or 3 hours further walking than today with my foot. The head space was shit and I’m annoyed at being forced into it by this stupid itinerary.
Also parts of today were truly beautiful. Here are the times I could be bothered taking photos.
Bilby and I are eating Doritos and cheese for lunch/dinner and I have a €0.33 can of tinto de verano and a protein chocolate mousse for dessert so hopefully tonight I sleep and this funk dissipates. I’m also sad that I’ve just realised I’ve spent less than an hour with Dad today.
Apologies for those that might want uplifting tales of meaningfulness. Today is just a treatise in stubbornness. My blister has fissured up between my toes. I hope tomorrow is better.
30633 steps
22.4 km
Total 123.6 km
Following the Gleam 
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