Sometimes (often?), the Universe has other plans, and I’m learning to pay attention and listen (to my body, my heart, and sometimes my weather app). The weather turned absolutely beastly this afternoon (45mph wind gusts blowing the rain sideways), and it’s predicted to be similar for the next several days. I honestly can’t imagine walking 20km per day for 4 days in such conditions. So I’ve let go of my plans to reach the ocean. I’m taking a train tomorrow morning to Madrid, and then flying home on Thursday. I’m disappointed to be missing the ocean (and not being able to say that I walk all the way across a whole country), but this feels like the right thing to do.