A surprise at the end of the day

 Mary has done a great job organizing our Camino, including booking all of our accommodations.  Everything is in the master spreadsheet, including the precise geo-coordinates of every place we spend the night. 

So far, our unspoken agreement has been that I would get us as far as the front door, and Mary would get us the rest of the way (Mary might have a different notion of what our agreement is).

Up until yesterday, the plan has worked like a charm: I have every day's destination on the map, which has led us to within 10' of the front door, where our bag of "extra stuff" is waiting for us patiently.

With our sore feet approaching Porrino, we were almost there, so I wasn't too concerned when the map started taking us slightly out of town.  

Here we are!

A Toyota forklift repair shop? Oh my. 

(Mary’s viewpoint) Our apartment was actually just next door, its entrance tucked away out of sight around the corner. We were on the sixth floor. Nice to have a living room and a great view from our back balcony.