We trudged through a tough 36km hike today, across a barren landscape cooked by a pressing sun. It was the first day my foot succumbed to blisters, and I must confess they added little enjoyment to the trek.
Christine actually had blisters IN her blisters, which we appropriately named Inception Blisters. Between her numerous blisters and some heat exhaustion, day 15 marked one of the hardest yet here on the Camino. It also marked the halfway point, for somewhere in our limping stroll across the dusty plain we passed the 400km mark – 400 down, 400 to go. Easy peasy.
As we ambled toward shelter, water, and all those things we craved on our shadeless hike we ran into the Dutchman from my previous Camino story. He was friendly, and seemingly unscathed from his run in with the law though it was clear he had had a few beers with lunch/for lunch. We had a brief chat before he sped passed, and he left us with some wise words, hurtled over his shoulder with a smile:
"Don't give in!"
We didn't. And we won't.
A few hours later the police showed up at our albergue. This time they weren't after the friendly Hollander, which I suppose is progress...or dare I say, a miracle?
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