We sat basking in the warmth of the afternoon sun at a table on the Plaza Mayor in Villafranca. Every village on the Camino has a Plaza Mayor, I think it’s an unwritten cultural law. I’m joking, but every village seems to have one. Abi with his cerveza and me with Sangria, we sipped the cold refreshing drinks and desperately tried to keep our eyes open. We ordered mixed salads and another round. It was the perfect ending to a good day. Today. Day 25.