I was in the worst mood this morning. I know why this time. It has something to do with my female hormones and the fact that I had a terrible sleep last night. The lady in the bunk below me snored like she earned a degree in it.
Also, my bed was right by the door and the door handle had to be turned a certain way in order to latch it shut. No one could figure out how to do it. That meant that every time someone opened the door it stayed open and a beam of light shot straight into my face. The guy across from me, who I’m pretty sure wasn’t even affected by the light, lost his marbles over the situation. Every time anyone walked through the door he’d yell, “SHUT THE DOOR, PLEASE.” And when they failed to do so he’d scream, “Well, you didn’t bloody shut the door now, did you mate? You’ve got to be FUCKING KIDDING ME!” I was afraid he might jump up and punch someone.
I’ve kind of reached the point where I’m over people. I know that isn’t the sort of thing you’re supposed to say on a pilgrimage. I just abhor small talk and everyone wants to small talk. And there’s an old guy who keeps making inappropriate comments about my ass. And most of the friends I’ve met are now sleeping with each other or at least trying to. So I feel sort of isolated.
It was a short walk into Leon today but ugly, all industrial area and asphalt, with some scary sections on the highway brim. The morning was overcast and cold. I walked along in a bad mood, desperately missing Brian. If someone would have pulled up beside me in a taxi and told me that they could take me to an airport where I could promptly board a plane home to see Brian and my dogs I would have thrown my backpack in the trunk, jumped in the backseat and yelled, “Hit the gas!”
People kept walking alongside me trying to small talk and I kept returning their kindness with short, stiff answers. I wasn’t making any friends today.
I started thinking about getting my own room again. I have opened Pandora’s Box as far as this single room situation goes. I decided that I’d let myself do it. I rationalized it because I have not been spending much money. I have not been eating out, save a café con leche each morning, and I’m spending only about 7 euro a day in food and another 5-10 euro on a bed.
So I found a cute little room in a lovely hostel a block away from Leon’s Cathedral for 22 euro a night. And that’s where I am now. My mood has lifted a little because the sun is out and I am alone in this quiet, tidy room. I might just lay here in bed and read all day. That idea makes me infinitely happy because I am a textbook introvert.
Another thing to raise my spirits: I tried on my jeans and they don’t fit anymore! I have definitely lost weight. I don’t have a scale but I’m guessing maybe 10 pounds? I’m finding it hard to even keep my hiking pants up as I walk. Maybe by the end of this thing I’ll be back to the weight I was before I started traveling (and eating) my way around the world.
Today I walked 11.1 miles (17.9 km).
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