Just how it all worked out after agreeing to send my bag by taxi without a reservation. Talked into not carrying backpack by Korean student who is walking Camino with his mother, he wanted to split the cab cost for the luggage transfer. I arrive in San Julian only to find I can't stay there because I didn't make a reservation. I finally extract my pack, and trudge to Cassanova. There is a kitchen, but no place to buy food. Someone arranges for anyone that wants to go to get a ride to a nearby pension or albergue (it's way off course) where we get the pilgrim's meal. I've been sick to my stomach and don't want the full meal, I only want ice cream. I barely touch any of the food, no ice cream. We go back, the room is packed, people sleep on the floor next to the bunks. In the morning, a few kilometers out, a crowded impromtu breakfast spot, and I am happy for the festive feeling of it, walked most of the way to Cassanova alone.
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