It’s morning in the albergue.
So you’ve packed your bag. If it’s not a full hour after you got up, congrats! You’re improving. No matter the hour, I fully recommend getting a coffee.
Whether or not I actually do this, however, tends to depend on who was in the room with me while I slept. For the sensitive soul, alburgues — the “refuges” designated especially for pilgrims — can be particularly dreadful. Farting. Throat clearing. Bed rustling. And snoring. Oh, the snoring!
You don’t know snoring until you’ve slept in a room of 24 bunks, the majority men, at least 2 overweight and 2 more with undiagnosed sleep apnea. Lord, have mercy on your pilgrims! Or perhaps this is a part of our penitence, but my oh my what a somewhat hilarious curse on the human population snoring is.