As I read all the wonderful posts above, two things come to my mind.
In 2006 we stopped in the private albergue in Boadilla and took a private room there (the atmosphere is a lot of fun on the albergue side, we discovered three years later), was playing with my camera, tried to change a setting. In the process I erased all my pictures taken from SJPP. Agh... I can still remember some of them!
That same year, I also lost my temper with cyclists. We were taking our morning coffee at a bar a ways before Melide, when a group of young male cyclists came out of what looked like a posh hotel, stretching their legs in front of us walking pilgrims. We started walking on the path and a few minutes later they zoomed by us, laughing at us, and, as is often the case, had us jump on the side rather quickly. So I did lose my temper and insulted them loudly. I had been walking I don't know how many days and so close to the goal, I still was not detached from this kind of situation.