Yesterday I set off from Cirauqui at about 07:30, when it was light enough to see properly. I see no point in walking in the dark. After what felt like four very short days from St Jean I wanted the morale-boost of a good stretch of the legs. So I walked to Los Arcos and arrived at 4pm having covered about 37km. Along the way I had a couple of stops for coffee and pastries, another two stops for beer and tortilla, a break at the wine fountain at Irache (naturally!), two or three rest breaks at fuentes to air my feet, conversations with pilgrims of several nationalities - and still had plenty of time for washing clothes, relaxing in the garden, strolling round town, eating and browsing this website amongst others. Hardly the head-down route march you seem to imagine
And no blisters or pulled muscles either. A good day. I can fully appreciate that some people are happier with much shorter stages - I wish them all the best. It would be nice to think that they might understand those of us who walk further are not all hair-shirted, barbed-wire underpants masochists. Is it too hard to accept that there might be pleasure in a longer day?