This third day sucked.
My legs and feet began to feel the strain of walking over 50 km in just a few days for the first time in my life, especially without proper training.
Additionally, it was rainy and much colder than I had anticipated for this time of year. I found myself shivering and questioning what was happening to me, was it simply exhaustion? It wasn't until later that day, after I reached my place for the night, that I learned it had been just 3°C that morning. I had been walking in only shorts, a light sweater, and a rain cape.
Nonetheless, the path today was nice, with mostly woods and fields.
Finding some shelter from the rain and cold in a beautiful church on the way.
Once again, I couldn't find any cheap pilgrim stay, so I ended up staying at an out of budget bed and breakfast. At least, it was a charming old farmhouse.
I am part of this rare breed of cooking pilgrims. The hosts didn’t offer dinner; after all, it was a B&B, not a B&D&B! However, they did provide a ride to the grocery store, so I took advantage of that and prepared myself a hearty meal. In my book, taking transportation is ok as long as you restart walking from where you ended. My hosts were quite amused by the fact that I did cook myself a full, balanced meal, instead of just eating pasta and cheese.
