Whining

I don't have anything enlightening. I'm hot, tired, and sick. I was ready to come home last Friday, and I'm still considering it.
My "battery", if you will, is dead. I just walked 6 km along a beautiful beach, and didn't care.
I'm now at a Municipal Albergue, and it is located on a promontory in the Bay of Biscay. It stinks of fish. My stomach is having trouble as it is, but now this. Thinking about putting some muscle rub lotion on my nose to counter the stench.

I'm homesick, too.

Whine, whine, whine.

...later...
I think I had heat exhaustion. Along the beach there was a convenience store, and I bought a 1.5 litre bottle of Aquarius, which is the Spanish equivalent to GatorAde. That bottle is half gone now, 3 hours later, and I feel much better. I did eat a croissant this morning, although I had to force myself. I need to stay out of the sun. Perhaps I should walk super-early tomorrow, before the sun gets too high. Or maybe I'll try to stay here another day... I don't know. We'll see.

All plans are off. I find that the more planned out I have things, the more frustrated I get when those plans don't come through. So I'm trying my best to just "let it go", take it all day by day.
I suppose I should start to apply that to " real-life", as well. I can't be in control of everything. I need to learn how to have faith that things will work out, whether or not I planned down to the last detail.