Can't lose the crowds. Wham's "Careless Whisper" plays through my head all day.
Albergues in Ribadiso all booked up when I pass through, but miraculously, only about 10 people on the floor of the albergue I stay in in Arzua. And finally throw all my clothes into the washer and dryer. My pack might still smell, but at least my clothing won't.
Have high hope of walking into Santiago in the morning.
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