So, as it turns out, walking 200K from Zamora to Orense was the easy part.
Getting anywhere that doesn’t involve sneakers as an integral part of the trip? Much more difficult. Much.
At this point, I interrupted my Camino journey as planned to go to the “Nowhere” festival in the Zaragoza desert, which is located, pretty much, Nowhere, Spain. It’s a Burning Man-style, four-day long “intentional community,” where the intention seems to be more about partying, wearing similar outfits of fur and sequins and fairy wings, and not showering for a week than about much else. It promised to be fun.
But first, I had to get there. And getting even Nearwhere proved to be a challenge!