Fell asleep in the woods before Rabanal del Camino. I woke up to the birds singing the sun over the mountain and sat silently in the moderate confort of my sleeping bag, waiting for the sun to warm the earth again. It was cold, but what else on the Camino isn’t? It was free, minus the cost of the tent and tarp. Rschel and I were free to talk openly, and not worry about disturbing other pilgrims. And possibly the best part, no half-naked snoring old men.