4 September - Day 17

The hospitalero and I discussed a plan and based on his 7 years experience he thinks I should keep resting my foot and decide tomorrow. I am feeling less positive of a quick cure. Still thinking of my possibilities. It is getting colder and my warmer gear is in Leon. Maybe I could go there and be seen by a doc while there. Or grab my stuff and go to either Bilbao or even to Madrid and be seen there. I am sad. I am also bored like hell! I went online, layed down. Went for a walk while JoseManuel fumigated. No concern for toxicity he says. Right! UGH.

El Cid and his wife.

I hobbled down to the Plaza del Cid, walked down the Rambla. Took lots of pictures.


The chestnut vendor. I remember those hot chestnuts in winter in Madrid. Buying a little packet of them from the street vendors. Yum.
I sat on a park bench and watched people walking by. Several benches had groups of men having animated discussions. They probably do this every day.


I got back and ate 2 eggs and bread with sobreasada and an orange Fanta. Online. Helped translate as a new wave of peregrinos arrived. No Spaniards. Algiers, France, Germany, Australia, Slovenia, Israel, Iran, Me. Sue from Australia has been bitten by bedbugs (chinches) in the last albergue. I gave her my itch cream. Ate the same as lunch.

JoseManuel got his guitar. Same songs. Everyone enjoys that. The old French couple danced.

Hehe. To bed