The path started behind a bus stop, which is how the best ones always start. Two hours to the next town, the map said. The map had not met the coves.
The best itineraries leave room to be abandoned.
I stopped at the first beach because of the colour of the water, at the second because of a fisherman’s dog, and in the village after that because a room above a bar was cheap and the window faced the sea.
I stayed four days. The itinerary I had booked forgave me, eventually. Build slack into your plans — it is where the trip actually lives.