Entry Five

Viana to Logroño.

I wake up late because I know it’s a short walk. I find a bakery for a muffin and a hotel for some coffee.

A 40-something Spanish man invites himself to sit with me and starts talking about his garden. He is very confident in a very disconcerting way. I get bad vibes from him, but I answer nicely, still worrying that he asks me about if I’m alone and where I’m going. I tell him there’s many pilgrims on the way. So many. He nods. Eventually he leaves

—— Just watched a Spanish man come into the hotel bar I’m having coffee at at 8am in Viana, he took a double shot of vodka and left, we made eye contact as he walked out and it was eerie.

I get on the road and start walking. My internet is not working, so I’m detached from everything. The road is flat and easy but I still take breaks. I arrive in Logroño and lie in bed icing my hip with another bag of peas.

Later I walk around and cry, sit in chapel ceremony, get a coffee and feel better, watch a movie in my phone, dissociate as fuck, eat a whole Pringle tube, vibe.