... from As Seixas, Spain

In the last thirty days, I've only slept in the same bed two nights in a row once. 

Pilgrims sleep in albergues, random buildings converted into hostels.

We've stayed in train stations, people's houses, and one night even a converted jail, usually for $6 a night. 

We've stayed in mountain towns, real cities, historic villages, beach destinations.

We've shared rooms with hundreds of strangers from dozens of countries, about half of whom sleep in their underwear and a fourth of whom snore.

I've slept on the floor and in a house that reeked of urine.

I can now sleep anywhere.

Unrelated but these are wild horses we saw on a mountain a couple of days ago.