Dinner last night with a retired Spanish fellow at the local pub. He was drinking the Spanish equivalent of grappa and carrying on a text and voice conversation with someone of opposite political views. He thought his drink it was better than grappa, and I would have loved to see my brother in law John discuss the virtues of each drink with him.
Off at 10:30 AM, first stop Mercado to buy bread, cheese, apple and nuts, then another stop for second co, then on the trail.
I'd call this trip Sysiphean, since the milestones seem to strangely jump up in mileage (or more accurately kilometerage) at intervals, then descend again. I will post examples if this is a repeating phenomena, as I belatedly started recording photographic evidence of this. It's discouraging to see distances increase after long periods of walking.
We are now at albergue Casa Molar in Verdas de Naron for the night. At milestone 78,1 (78.1 km in american terms), after photographing 13 stones, I cannot produce evidence of this phenomenon.
For the past few days we have been tracing the same route as Penny and Andrew. Penny had developed painful bursitis in one or both knees and after visiting hospital and resting for several days, has been walking with crutches since Logronio, a long distance in an determined effort to reach Santiago de Compestela.
The albergue has everything we want (except privacy, of course, but enoiugh wine and who even cares anymore?): bar with beer, wine, food, a fine attractive stone edifice, and is very clean. We three are in a room with 3 bunk and 2 single beds for a total of 8 people.
Photos: Judy and Prudence at mile marker 86 km, marker 78.1 km, Penny and Judy with refreshments at albergue, my feet as I write this in lower bunk.
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