I posted a couple videos on YouTube. It’s easier to do YouTube than WordPress.
But let me just tell you how thankful I am for my blog.
I have a horrible memory. The only thing I remember about my last Camino trip was the pain I felt during the first two weeks. And that’s it. Painful as hell and not much else to tell.
I thought I made it to each check point in a timely manner regardless of the pain I felt, but I re-read my day 3 post from four years ago and I was already behind schedule. Not only was I behind, but in major pain. And I was too tired to even eat dinner. It sounds like I was in worse shape back then than I am now.
This is day 5 and I’m supposed to be in Estella but my feets only made it to Cirauqui, a whole 14 kilometers behind schedule.
It has absolutely NOTHING to do with laziness. I literally can’t walk anymore. My Achilles’ tendon was starting to hurt and my muscles in my feet are tender to the touch.
I wanted to cry. I wanted to know everyones secret as to why they’re having an easier time than me (not everyone, but most).
The bones in my feet ache. My bones!
Dinner is at 7. I have an hour and twenty minutes until then. I’m at another albergue, on the top narrow bunk with no sides in case I fall. Why did I crawl up here? Am I nuts? I could’ve had the bottom bunk but then I’d be on the same level as everyone else. At least this way there’s some semblance of privacy.
The place I’m staying at now isn’t a regular stop in my guidebook, the one everyone else follows. So there’s not many pilgrims here. I counted only 3 others and none of them speak English. It makes it kind of lonely especially after a hard day where I almost cried my eyes out.
Yesterday however, was great. A fantastic day. I still hurt but nothing too crazy and last night I had a large cervasa and shared a bottle of wine with a cute gay man from the UK who loves Game of Thrones as much as I do.
In fact, everyday on the Camino was filled with fellow pilgrims who chatted me up, this is the first day where things are quiet. I can see why others who speak English like to walk together. It’s a little less scary.
And it IS scary when you’re in pain walking a path that seems to go on forever under the hot sun with no shade. It’s unnerving.
I don’t regret throwing away my boots. A lump was starting to form on my left ankle from too much rubbing and my little baby toe was getting banged up pretty bad with the skin peeling off and everything.
The bump is now gone and my baby toe is on the mend. These $100 Keen Sandals are worth every penny.
No matter how wonderful your footwear is, your feet will get sore no matter what. But at least now I don’t have blisters.
Tomorrow I’m walking to Estrella and will most likely stop there. That puts me a full day behind schedule. I really hope I toughen up like I did last time. At this time it feels like I’ll never toughen up. It’s too impossible.
My legs are a little less sore than they were two days ago when I had to stop at the monastery. I couldn’t walk up and down the stairs back then.
I want to close my eyes and sleep. I’m chilly.
At first glance it looks run down and dilapidated but up close once you get in town and see the rock buildings up close, it’s something to behold.
I don’t want to move…..
Alright, I’m going to lay a little bit more in my bunk and zone out until supper. Tomorrow is day 6. It should get easier after my short 14 km walk tomorrow. Day 8 will be the day of truth, sink or swim.