Holy Soled – RIP

I spent the night in a quiet hotel that respected the size of my body. While comfort was present, the thoughts of breaking in the extra-large Patagonia’s interrupted my dreams. After a restless night, the new day began around 7:30 with a nice hot shower, a tremendous advantage of hotels. With two of my three pairs of socks on each foot, I departed Ponferrada. Each step created mortal fear of a ginormous blister erupting under the laces. Every 4KM, I stopped, stripped off the shoes/socks, and began the complete foot inspection process. Not only were things good, I would dare to say that these are a bit more comfortable than the holy soled pair. From a fashion point of view, the darker color certainly compliments both of my Camino outfits.

Finding these shoes was beyond lucky. I met a tall man from Montana today that had shoe problems. He spent 15 hours shopping in Burgos (population 170K) before giving up on finding a size 12. The discovery was truly a needle in a haystack.

If today’s mixture of subtle wind, warm sun, and random cloud cover were a cocktail, it would have been a James Bond Martini. I did about 24KM through rolling hills and lots of vineyards. There must be some cash in Spanish wine as the homes were grande.

I ran into Jimmy and Tom from Ireland. I had a nice dinner with them about a week ago. Their spirits were high. Also saw Eugina. She was doing much better as her hangover was gone and blisters too.

During yesterday’s shoe debacle, I really felt like my Camino may come to an abrupt halt. A rolled ankle, massive blisters, broken toe, illness, or a long list of other events are all candidates to terminate the journey. Think about how many things can end your life with little or no advance warning.

Twenty days of walking are behind me and nine have a future. I have averaged eighteen miles per day but plan to glide into Santiago on a slower pace of 12 per dia. It is hard to imagine that this walk will likely have a natural end. In regards to the evaporation of time, my Mom always tells me that the second half of the toilet paper roll always goes faster.

I was in an Albergue, but an Amigo found a bedbug. I did a quick adios and found a bug free hotel.

I left one of my old shoes on a Camino Marker. But then I decided to bring the wounded soldier home to test the 1 year guarantee from Patagonia.

Today, happiness is simple: no feet problems, machine washed clothes, and warm water in the shower.

Buen Camino,