Mina Sao Domingos to Serpa . . .

. . . which is quite enough thanks . . .
another long slog beside the road . . . quiet, yet somehow separated from Nature, with the asphalt following Roman routes and no Albergues for spiritual enquiry with fellow pilgrims at the end of the long day's walk.

Each makes their own path, and mine is diverting to Beja, a short bus ride from twee Serpa and its rather expensive rooms . .  . a Pousada de Juventude, closed until April, with another in Evora to the north, hopefully open . . .

. . . suffering and certainties may be part of the Catholic Caminho, Camino, Path, Way or whatever . . . but Joseph Campbell said it for me, " with each step you take, your own path you make" . . . and fun in creating that path . . .

So, a hotel room, a meal in a restaurant with 30 Portuguese folks on a works outing on one side, 8 English lads on the other . . . I eat my supper in equanimity and isolation, invisible in the middle.

Tomorrow, all options open . . . for now, just glad of a hot shower and a comfy bed.