Woke up to music. The 2 Israelis were gone. I watched again as everyone got ready. One by one walking out, "Buen Camino" people say to each other. I say it as well, many times. Sue has new bites across her chin. She leaves. "Buen Camino". I am envious. I want to be walking away. Instead I dressed and decided to goto the hospital and find out what this could be. I walked. Maybe I shouldn´t have. I shed a few tears. I register and they call me back. I tell them what´s going on and first thing is to take X-rays. I wait and shortly the doctor tells me that nothing is broken. That I just have an inflamed ligament. He has the nurse wrap my ankle, gives me some anti-inflammatory meds and says good luck. OK. I take a taxi back. I decided to go to Bilbao. On the way as I went to the bus station, I ran into my new friend from Iran who feels sad for me. Oh, yesterday Didier came into the albergue. He said he did see the graffiti that Niall wrote on the tunnel wall. We laughed. I show him the pictures.
I spoke with MariaJesus who said get here now. I got the bus and left for Bilbao. Sabino and MariaJesus, these are Nerea´s parents. Nerea from Tallahassee. How kind they are.
The Guggenheim Museum.They drove me to their home and had a bedroom for me. They also had friends from Leon coming to spend the weekend with them. I felt a little guilty. I was the fifth wheel. They were all cool about it. I told them to go do their thing, I just want to stay low. We ate lunch together and later when their friends arrived a big dinner was made.
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