Today was a strenuous days walk rising from 500m to 1300m, so most of the walk was uphill through very rocky terrain. It was tough physically and mentally. I was feeling incredibly low today and was crying, sobbing in fact for most of the walk. I hoped that that by wearing my hat down low with massive sunglasses, no one would recognise me.
When I arrived traffic had been stopped to accommodate the film that was being made. I think it was an Italian film company and judging by the hand gesticulations not everything seemed to be going well. I discovered later it had something to do with Paul Cohelo.
When I returned from my brief walk to explore this very small village high on the mountain top. Some hideous Spaniard man had taken my bed and put all my gear on the floor. After much gesticulation and Italian explanation on my part I decided to call it a day. Unfortunately the female Spanish hospitallero would not give me another bed number. Chaos ensued when I just took one anyway and especially when she attacked my property.
That evening I joined a group of Italians for the pilgrim meal and went to bed early.