I am alive and kicking. Had some serious blisters in the first few days and I am really going smooth. 20 to 25 kilometers each day brings me with every footstep closer to Santiago de Compostela. From the beginning I picked up R., a German nurse, and B., a French Gestalt- therapist. B. has walked the camino in 5 seperate holidays and he experienced difficulties with his lodging. He tried to make a reservation for the following day which resulted in booked dormitories and a lot of stress. This taught me a great lesson of letting go. From that moment on I choose not to worry about a place to sleep and go with the flow. And you know what: no problems whatsoever. Sleeping in dormitories however is quite another subject. It seems that everyone is snoring, men and women. Last night it was so bad that I decided to go downstairs and sleep on some pillows. But even this can’t put me down. I am singing all day. What a joy and privilege it is to walk this road.