Today has had a surprise ending. I’m in Samos, comfortably held up in a hostel, after walking 31.8 kms. This begun last night. I was having dinner with a couple of friends who said they were going to Samos instead of stopping at the traditional stage end, Triacastela. I considered it, put it into the maybe box, and then went back to the Albergue. That’s when decisions were made. On and off for weeks, I’ve encountered a NZ woman. She seems a little unusual and is either up, or has a problem of some sort. She often asks me where I’m staying, and then appears there the next day. There’s nothing untoward here; she’s just asking someone who has done it before. Last night, my dinner companions wanted to leave a window open to let in
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