3 September - Day 16

Bad news! My foot hurts just the same. Everyone was up using the bathrooms, getting dressed, repacking and moving out one by one. I just sat on my bunk and watched somewhat sadly. It would not be me today, walking away.

The hospitalero and I chatted: Well, he chatted. Used all those words that tear me up, but meant them well. "The Camino does not give you the answers, they are within" Yeah, yeah, I know. "This happened to you for a reason" Yeah yeah. How about I stepped down the wrong way. I did not ask for this, hello??? SO he recommended I stay. I knew it was the right thing to do. I really cannot walk.S o here´s the plan: I stay today/tonight and re-evaluate tomorrow morning. Then 1- I stay another day, or 2- Get on a bus and to to the next stage 3- I go to Bilbao and hang with MariaJesus or 4- Go to Leon and pick up my stuff and rest there. Then backtrack to any point I would like to restart at. Well, that remains to be decided. So today I went to a couple of grocery stores and bought veggies to make a soup. The store owner will not let you touch the veggies. You tell her what you want and she picks it for you, weighs it bags it. Got some other items and came back and boiled up some soup as well as some eggs. Stayed inside the rest of the day, reading, internet just a little (compared to what I am used to) and chatted with JoseManuel, the hospitalero. And only a little with others. I notice people now are mostly to themselves or they are traveling with a partner. Maybe staying in a smaller place might make more acquaintances. The Spaniards are mostly gone. Their month of vacation is typically August. JoseManuel got his guitar and sang for us.


A little mix of styles. Good player. I dined: 1 egg, half a tomato, bread with sobreasada and water. It´s bedtime. My foot still hurts.