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.