I felt like I was walking back home  in Nebraska today (except for the mountains in the background). It was a weird mix of nostalgia and bittersweetness. Never thought I would actually miss a place that I once hated so much.

The walk was decently short today, about 21k, which was a nice break on the legs. I feel pretty strong, but I’m also really, really sore. I’m starting to fall into the routine of this whole thing; wake up early, walk all day and then do laundry/eat/hang out at the albergue until bedtime. It’s weird to be so free yet still so stuck in a routine. I am quickly losing my sense of adventure and curiously, which makes me really sad. I just feel tired.