the Grand Finale style

the Grand Finale style.

Whenever you think you’re about to fin­ish, remem­ber that you won’t fin­ish without a last surprise.

A second time hit by a thun­der­storm, in such a pain­ful stage of my trip, I pleaded for help. I rang bells and asked people in the streets. After some impol­ite refus­als, I man­age to gath­er a group of people at the town’s square to dis­cuss what to do with me. An old lady finally offered a free room at her big house.

I was saved from sleep­ing at a medi­ev­al cor­ridor behind the church, that in the end it was­n’t as dry as I thought it would.