Atalaia to Tomar

I thought I was prepared for the Camino. Nope!  I’m not sure why  walking 12 miles on the Camino seems three times as long as walking twelve miles at home. It could partly be due to the heat – I think it must be ninety degrees at midday.  And then I know what my hostess of last night would reply – she’d say – “Ah, but this is the Camino!”  

Anyway, I woke up this morning dreading having to get up and start walking – but I did. And after a lot of stops to change socks and drink water that had become lukewarm in the heat, I eventually dragged myself into Tomar. I knew there was no way I could walk another step tomorrow so I booked into the hostel for two nights.