Days walked: 9
Kilometres walked: 195 (including 21 by taxi)
Kilometres to Santiago: 586
Injuries: Karen - left foot tendon, 3 finger blisters; Ady - 1 healing blister, knee issues; Anne- knee issues; Sarah- ankle tender
Weather: Sleet, freezing rain
Life lesson: Everyone is on their own journey
Today was a shocker. The absolute coldest I've been in my life, with unforgiving, unrelenting ice rain. We left Logrono a little late, having a wonderful warm brekkie in a cafe called The Duck Bar with the Spanish barman feeling sorry for us and giving us an extra free plate full of pastries fresh from the oven. It was the highlight in a tough day. I gave up and hour or so in and went off on my own adventure to find a taxi in the middle of nowhere. The others, the true champions they are, persisted and I met their bone cold bodies in Najera.
Colder than my bones have ever felt,
Sleet pelting, whipping our faces.
Relentless. Sore. Raw.
The gauge says three degrees but it feels colder as the wind picks up.
I can barely see.
My red knuckles grip my poles.
Keep moving, you will get warm.
Until I realise that I won't.
Poorly prepared, or overly optimistic,
The result is the same.
I give in. Today, I will not win.
But I feel no shame.
I'm just happy to have survived, and grateful to be warm and dry.