Days walked: 11
Kilometres walked: 239
Kilometres to Santiago: 542
Injuries: Karen - very sore tendon in left foot; Anne - right knee a bit sore; Ady - 2 painful blisters, knee improved.
Weather: Gusty and overcast
Life lesson: Appearances can be deceiving
Today was a bit of a meh day, well for me anyway. Much of the walk hugged a big highway and felt very industrial. My left foot is also very sore and the sun only peeped out occasionally. That said, I do remember that I'm on an amazing holiday in Spain so feel incredibly happy to be here. The highlight was singing to Doris Day at an old town we passed through. The shops seem to all play old music. Another highlight was discovering the roadside truck stop Restaurante el Chocolatero, full of real life Spaniards who have been missing from the ghost towns enroute.
Santiarin greets us as we stagger into Belorado,
five weary pilgrims along our way.
Around a corner what appears to be a Bushie, with swag hat and beard.
And bright yellow t-shirt.
Is he Aussie? I wonder aloud, laughing.
Clearly we are home for the night.
Following Martin Sheen's Hollywood footsteps,
it was a rugged kind of day.
Blustered by winds,
as we criss-crossed the highway.
Birdsong replaced by the hum of traffic,
The rumble of trucks. Bugs, rubbish, graffiti sprayed.
Departing Santo Domingo a bit dusty after birthday celebrations with Salvador,
A historic hamlet encased in an industrial shell.
Uneven footsteps through morning desolation.
A pause in a small town and Doris Day reminds us to keep smiling.
I remember where I am.
I wander behind the others in my own world, a gripping audiobook for company.
Stopping to enjoy the bursts of colour, yellow and orange, amid crumbling walls full of history.
Trucks line each side of the Restaurante el Chocolatero.
Inside, cigars smoke in the ashtrays, and single tables face a TV playing Spanish Wheel of Fortune.