After Tordesillas and Palencia, for a couple of days I could not make any right decision. I just wanted not to lose time and follow "the timeline" that I found myself with a flat tire, riding in the mud, with stomach problems, fever and pushed away from a storm in the middle of the Spanish countryside because I was so stubborn that I was not listening to environment. Everything was telling me to get lost, to go with the flow, to forget any timeline, but I was not ready yet. The city-machine follows you even when you know you do not belong to it. Listen.
