The Deal With Water
Day 6, Puente la Reina to Estella
This is what happens when you don’t understand the language, and plain water comes in an easy to stash and go portable bottle, but you missed that bubble water doesn’t and that’s what you asked for. Either that or they’re messing with you because they don’t like your hair.
Why aren’t we packing our own water?
I actually have a 2 liter camel back bladder in my backpack. But unlike the Via di Francesco, there is a town around every corner and rather than add even more weight to a 18+ pound backpack, it’s more economical on a weight and space level to buy as I go. But why didn’t I bring an actual water bottle to carry? Let me answer it this way. Why didn’t I bring a night time mask to block out third party electronic lights? Why didn’t I bring a portable collapsible cup because there is no such thing as cups in albergues and taking pills and trying to mix amino acids in your hand to drink is ridiculous? Why oh why didn’t I bring a tennis ball to roll my feet out with? And most pressing of all, why didn’t I bring some sort of modesty night wear in case I got stuck in an albergue room with seven guys? You know, you can’t anticipate everything.
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