Don’t listen to those around you, only listen to your body. You don’t have to prove anything to anyone; you are for only yourself in this life – to make yourself happy.

Day three of the walk. I am not even sure how to name it – „Shoot me now” or „how the limits are tested”.

This albergue was full last night - around 150 people, this made it clear it was not going be quiet after 22:00 (as it’s supposed to be according to the rules).

Day six! I’ll start it with my gratitude to two work horses who take care of our night’s sleep and our breakfast!

It’s the ninth day of walking. It’s a very early morning – we are out on the road before 6am.

It’s day 12. The hardest battle in life is against yourself! That’s what I would call today’s post. ‘Mummy, it’s too tight! Mummy, it’s cold!’

It’s day 15. Have I really been on the road for 15 days? I feel beyond time and space. I spent the night at a lovely albergue, but…

It’s day 16. I start walking with the morning light, and my rush costs me dearly – my towel is left behind (but I will find it out only in the evening).

Day 17. Why on earth do people like sleeping in stuffy rooms? It feels as if they wouldn’t agree to sleep with a window even half-open, even if their lives depended on it.

It’s day 18. Miracles do happen! My towel has returned back to me! The morning in the albergue starts unusally early, it’s 5am and everything quakes and shakes.