I woke after the long night of the fiesta infinita (which, as promised, did last almost till dawn) exceedingly grateful for my private room, and promptly went back to sleep. When I finally decided to get out of bed, head pounding, it was quite late in the morning — way later than I’d ever gotten up yet, and clearly an hour at which no self-respecting pilgrim would dare begin to walk. I slowly — very slowly — got myself together, and braced myself for embarrassment down in the bar.
“Long night?” the bartendress asked, before resuming her business of ignoring me. I nodded, ordered my coffee, and smiled nonetheless: it had been a great experience. Headache or not, I had wonderful memories, no regrets.
Leaving Campobecerros, I was amazed at what a tiny town it really was, and how different it was during the day than at night, with its thousands of stars shining above.