My second and third day. I've adjusted to my new home and am learning to communicate with all three priests.

The third day – continued. I'm eyeing the heap of bed sheets lying around on the cupboard in the quiet room, that heap is yet to be ironed out.

It’s my first night in a boss's role. I'll say how it is – strangely alert. There are evening checks, locking doors, making breakfast for the early pilgrims. It's close to midnight when I fall nose-first in the bed.

I’m dripping with sweat – the albergue is fully booked this evening. Spanish summer does its thing, it’s not even noon and almost all the rooms are booked.

Time flies like the wind, the days have gone by somehow…

“Iveta, I reckon you cleaned the windows in the second room?” Daniel inquired. -Yes, is there anything amiss? “Just look what that spider has done!!! Spun his web already!

…noise which encompasses in itself huge wheels rolling on pavement, rhythmic thumping of pile engines, blasts of a waterfall and crash cymbal hits pull me out of sleep. I turn on the light, get my glasses, my phone – it’s a little past four.

The Spanish saga has come to an end, I’m back in Riga. The first morning home, Bohema is purring at my ear, twitchy Lakshmi is at my feet. Opening my eyes I try to figure out whether this all is true or was it just a dream. Thank God for the facebook entries.