Hello my lovelies. I bid you all a good morning from the comfort of my cozy bunkbed as I prepare to sleep before tomorrow's new adventure. Since the last time I checked in, so much has happened. So much has changed. The camino had taught me that it is ever winding and you shouldn't get used to really anything because that's when it shall switch it up on you. From yellow, flat hay fields that stretch out out far as the eye can see, to pine covered mountain tops and lush green trails that seem to touch the sky. The spanish weather is every bit tempered as any latin woman because it switches from one extreme to another quicker than the drop of a hat. During the day, the sun burns and beams down relentlessly for the better part of the whole day. By evening, the winds will have you running to search for that jacket or windblazer that you have to fight the enveloping chill that hits the city by sun down. And just when you feel safe from the horror stories of the night blood suckers that emerge from the depths of your "prestine" bedding, they strike! I had made it 24 days without incident but, as fate would have it, the camino thought it wouldn't be an authentic camino without running into these little critters at one point or another. My group got ambushed in the town of Villafranca de Bierzo at the most charming of albergues. It couldn't be a more perfect place get hit with bed bugs. The family that owned the albergue was so understanding and accommodating. We felt so comfortable and well taken care of, that it turned out to be one of the best days of the trip.