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backpack revised and corrected.

arrived in Burgos I sent home, I thought that I had brought "only" essential but I filed the additional weight and volume.

C ONTENTS end of the pack.

BACKPACK
a robust and reliable, 40 Liters. (Mine was almost half empty seprate)

ABOVE
2
sleeved shirts 1 flannel shirt

UNDER 1 cotton trousers (long / medium / short) 1
shorts swimsuit

UNDERWEAR
2 pairs of pants 4 pairs of socks

RAIN
a waterproof raincoat
1 overpants
a pair of waterproof leggings
1 coprizaino

PERSONAL HYGIENE

a toothbrush / toothpaste
a piece of soap
a large microfiber towel

NIGHT
a light sleeping bag

TECHNOLOGICAL
a wrist watch (alarm and backlight)
handheld with a keyboard ( mp3, mail, internet ...)
a spare battery + charger 1 headset for mp3

qb cards with a music machine
Photo Cards
qb qb
Camera Batteries reserve

DOCUMENTS
a folder for documents
waterproof topographic map or a guide
1 set of writing (pencil, pen, highlighter)
a permanent marker (various uses)
qb paper notes

MISCELLANEOUS
a utility knife
a headlight
10 pins in Baglio
several measures 6 feet of rope end (stretch and others)
qb plastic bags for clothes and miscellaneous
an aluminum bottle (dented but not broken) 4
alluinio small carabiners (various uses)

a hat 1 pair of sunglasses

medication
a sharp scissor cuts
1 Nail

qb qb sterile gauze patches various measures
qb Compeed patches various measures
a betadine (disinfectant)
a blanket
Aulin
qb qb qb
Aspirin Voltaren 50 mg (inflammatory)
Needle and thread (often) for bladders
1 tape (pharmaceutical)
an elastic bandage (5 cm)
a normal band (5 cm)
a sunscreen
qb tissues

SHOES 1 pair of good shoes to the ground and a pair of waterproof
flip-flops for shower
read a pair of hiking sandals (I had)

wear shoes and a slight change (no sandals), my luggage weighed 6 pounds.

possible combination.

Shorts Warm days and cool days
shirts
half leg pants, shirt, shirt
COLD DAYS / VENTTOSE
Long pants, shirt, shirt, jacket rain
NIGHTS TO ICE
If this happens with a lot of sleep in the open cold, you could wear clothes and rain dorire in the bag wrapped in a thermal blanket

LIMITS
The rule works fine but weighs 3 changes. Going down to two, must be washed every day, or wear dirty clothes when you do not have the certainty that at least the shoes from "cold" dry. RAIN

start with the backpack cover, does not weigh very and is' essential.
rain jacket and pants, they weigh a lot and 'true, but if it rains for several hours and' much better to have the appropriate clothing, stay dry and do not suffer from cold. The jacket cover from the wind and if it's cold. The poncho works badly, her legs get wet and you sweat a lot, but covers the backpack. We come to the spats, I used a pair of shoes, no spats, the rain was slipping from his trousers tucked into boots. I have seen use of plastic bags wrapped around her ankles, I have doubts about that, but the gaiters weigh very little and they work fine.

FINALLY A backpack "light" despite some minor discomfort and 'the best solution for me, and I' never failed nothing, I never got cold even in the morning with 15 degrees and the wind that swept everything. It rained in Galicia, a couple of days, sometimes very intensaente,
and wet and I was not 'worth it then to carry that' the weight of the rain. As said in SHOES

Goretex, the rain and mud, with a good low and Vibram soles, should be able to absorb the blows of protruding stones, must be purchased and tested.
Pro: they are light and nimble, waterproof
Cons: do not protect the ankle, they are very breathable and sweat-threatening foot blisters.

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WAY OF Finisterre - Finisterre Third Leg Cee 14 km

calmly, very quietly ... Then Finisterre lighthouse, and old friends new beer sunset, a farewell dinner ...

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FINISTERRE WALK - SECOND STAGE 52 Km

The climate is tense in the morning, we are many here, and almost all go to the next albergue, 33 km route. All wake up early and camminana guardandasi shoulders to lead astray a bed. As I walk increases this scent and spoil the pleasure to advance. The rain falls slightly and end up on everything from the first light of dawn, the hills, green fields, the yellow arrows that just do not find. I meet a tall gentleman with the beard had not seen for days, and speaking with him the feeling I have, we decide to proceed until Cee (52 Km). Then the street, under a leaden sky, the rain and 15 degrees of 'Galician August. We lose the road several times but we are still free from a hurry. It will end 'tomorrow

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FINISTERRE WALK - FIRST STAGE - 22 Km

leave the Albergue darkness' morning, my legs just do not know nevogliono scarrozza to the narrow streets of historic Santigo without even a small breakfast. The cathedral is not 'enlightened, even a charming little square strips and unguarded, someone sleeping under a porch and a patrol of the guards nearby.
We enter a bar for a breakfast of coffee and only mas pequeno Tostado, who regularly gets along despite I persist in saying "Stop ... stop ... por favor." Start a new path, I leave the cafe at around 8 and through the city ' to the periphery, are on a hill at dawn Dimini the valley of Santiago where the towers are silhouetted against dark sky in the morning light of dawn. Seeking the way but I must have lost some inicio, I'm on the road, but I think 'a little way we can do and go on. After about an hour through a window asking directions to a lady sitting on the couch, gets up happy, by a voice to her husband and leaves. The two disagree, I invite you to come to drink fresh water and are continuing to discuss what is perhaps the best way ignoring the fact that I understand fully their speeches. Finely to reach an agreement through to the indulgence of his wife, go out and follow the directions to a bar where during a coffee 'comes a girl in his thirties, his face twisted in English that asks the bartender where to find a bus and a English woman offers to accompany her. I remember when outside Burgos I almost wanted to stop walking and tried to return the favor that the Thorill did. I speak calmly, she listens and invites me to drink a coffee '.
have covered only 5 or 6 miles but Santigo Riec to convince her to continue the journey at least until all'albergue where you can 'decided about your Ponderaria its best. We cover all the ups and downs in the streets of ghost towns and small villages, almost all asphalt, a small village with a beautiful waterfall and a bridge sensational, then the arrival in albergue. Her name is Melanie and I said that in the days had spent the previous few Scrutto I think I have photographed, but I remember perfectly. After placement in a albergue too small for all but very friendly, a great expense, a bit of rest and a ride in the country. We have dinner with Marco, an Italian boy of Mantua, Melanie and a couple of fifties who would walk by profession, he a Spaniard more 'like an' American Indian, she a beautiful French woman, a beautiful couple. Trasforriamo so 'the evening having dinner with pasta and salad. There's food for those who arrived too late or did not cook otuto found the tienda closed. Then the night in a comfortable bed on the second floor attic dell'albergue.
The new bladder is felt, could not remember than they were painful, but if I walked well today, tomorrow will be 'better. There are only about 68 more to Finisterre and then only up to 30, and I realize that most Muxia 'time passes more' in the move the goal despite the fatigue and sometimes pain that even though all things considered mild remind me that we are machines very fragile and not very controllable.

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TWENTY-FIRST STAGE - Arzua Santiago 42 Km













19/Agosto

T equip similar to the previous, but long dotted with tiny villages, forests and fields in a little bar does not lack ever. However, no fountains, just a couple across the way, after the 15 'km strains that also lack scndiscono distance. For several days I no longer see 'the thermometer rise above 25 degrees it under 16 at first light, it does not rain in the morning and a few drops that always seems all well and good. Only the people and 'changed, and often talk too much without saying almost nothing. From Arzua many people stop before Santiago, and because the distance 'prohibitive for many, while others flock to the location albergue or packed here in Santiago, a thousand beds in many halls on three floors.

Coming from outside, the goal of many suburbs welcomes you with a messy, an airport (10 Km before) and the usual string of endless hills to cross. Finally
you see the towers of the cathedral, people walking, tourists take pictures, pilgrims in slippers. The reception and 'in the most' complete indifference of course, there could be a lot but even an aseptic aseptic office to issue a € 1 or 2 page (ugly) that says that such and such, 'arrived in Santiago on .. . What matters now is' we are in Santiago. 800 km route (c bout) There are about 90 to Finisterre be divided into three stages,

22, 33, 33, since 'there are only 3 albergue and I can not walk distances that brings together two stages, willingly it or not there will have to 'spend 3 days. Partiro 'early tomorrow morning for throwing behind this city that just i do not like it.

PS I have 2 new little painful blisters.

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TWENTIETH STAGE - Gonzo Arzua 45.5 km

18/Agosto

P tart slow aseptic 7 for breakfast, after more than 20 minutes of darkness we left without ... The pueblo pril give us 'good tostada (bread, butter and jam) for 3 € caffe' copreso.
up and down as always ... Small towns, Fuimaono, rivers. Sometimes exceed the hills a few kilometers to over a dozen others, are an 'infinite inequities between rural settlements and small plots planted with corn or wheat or woods, or simply ignorant. It 's not monotonous, varies continuously. Many cows
Recine grazing by barbed wire. A lot of shade and little water in the drinking fountains. Never before have had to resort to the bar for water. For a couple of days are coparsi strains in concrete missing that mark the distance to Santiago every 500 meters, an obsession on the one hand, in other respects rather know where you are and what is lacking in the small newspapers treguardi can 'be nice. Walking alone I met a soldier and Italian a German financier, entrabi entrabi very Catholic and very inconsistent in their view (internal disagreement on ethical issues). It says here that the proportion hosts will journey. Time passes and the strains I feel that I will have to 'walk if you would still' get to the goal tomorrow evening. After a frugal lunch you continue. A Boente there 'as a place of rest to Ribadiso From Baixo, all that remains is hope ... Arzua, 19:30, last 6 vacancies, 10 €. Shower, dinner, the usual 4 chat and a bit of rest for the last stage. I only know one person here has some sixty years, I passed one day before Ceberano, and tomorrow will be '(I think) one of the few that has so' far trying to get to Santiago. There are only 43 km and I hope my legs do not make me bad jokes, and now 'done (or tomorrow or in three days does not matter, I've made almost 750 and I do not think I can let go now) We met a girl who will walk' with us tomorrow, a food poisoning has stolen two days and a bit 'of peace' and would like someone to start with ... We'll see.

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NINETEENTH STEP - Samos, 42 km Gonzar

wake up late, breakfast at 7am then on the road. The "carretera" and 'more' but we prefer the short stack, but away from traffic along the asphalt.
Here, as yesterday, the trail winds through green pastures, trees covered with moss and vines, flowers. Also the incredible amount 'of water, divided into rivers, irrigation ditches, canals for irrigation .... It 's very beautiful, light entering mitigated by high bushes and lush, wet, oder grass, dung.
continuous up and down among the small valleys that lie and discover new horizons. The first kilometers are wonderful. Portomartin and 'a small town, but I do not visit colisce. A bridge then back along a path for long stretches of the road. A Gonzo, € 8 for a bell'albergue us a bed. Wash clothes that will not dry if not tomorrow, dinner ... Some chat and then to bed.
There are 83 km to Santiago ... 2 days, maximum 3 siammo and there .... Night.

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EIGHTEENTH STAGE - Samos Trabadelo

stage and fantastic landscapes stuendi! 18 km to the summit of the feared Cebreiro. "Start a pioggiarellina end and penetrating the first light of dawn. We walk without much desire to breakfast, after 3 km. Mountain, like yesterday, we begin the ascent, the rain turns the trail into a river, it's raining and I'm wet with sweat, climb, slowly ... The Faba, a cafe '. The lagoon and finally O Cebreiro. It all had a reverential tiomore, to 13 from the top of the "hill" the sun ... Will be nearly 700 km route, but this step is not beautiful 'was more' difficult than many others. Diversa, 1000 meters of climbing with 16 degrees are worse or better than 5 hours mesetas in the blazing sun and 36 degrees? They are just different (I love this way!). Fonfria to seek asylum, all employment. We repair to Triacastela but ditto, all employment. Meeting at the dawn of 17:20 Migue decides he wants to take the remaining 10 miles that separate us from Samos. Come on then, up and down among trees, rivers under a cloudy sky typical of Galicia. And by and by 48.5 to arrive in a monastery where we waited for a bed to 22 (as in Burgos, but the monks at least not here playing soccer ...)
are leading by more than 15 km from the roadmap posted yesterday ... If I will not be 'seduced by the demon of hurry, tomorrow will slow down' the march. Now we are on a mattress on the floor in the lobby of a monastery. Night, today I am tired .. roprio

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SEVENTEENTH STAGE 52 km - 34 km Ponferrada Trabadelo

now I'm used to chaos even in the morning, in addition to snoring, the creaking, whispering at night, the frus bags in the morning and 'a constant in all the places where we are sleeping,
Ponferrada, exceeded its castle, its churches and its cathedral in the cool morning, still dark. Enlightened from lamp posts, people with a backpack goes alongside those who washes a road, clear of boxes, open a bar. The city 'is still asleep, a small suburb outside the center, then at dawn We are rolling countryside of vineyards and orchards of all kinds. Apples, pears, cherries ... only a few fields of corn and wheat surrounded by ripe blackberry and black. Going up the hills on white slopes without too many complications. Some countries in the middle, but overall a nice first step in the green of hills.
Villafrenca Del Bierzo and 'a beautiful country situated at the foot of a gentle hill at 500 meters above sea level The first 22 km of road have flown at a good pace without any pain is a complication of any kind. We have removed several people from that a bit 'will continue to face. From here, Trabadelo, a paved trail follows a national low-traffic, gliding low in the hills without ever leaving the valley floor. Boring, long and sunny but flat, and walking. The river runs alongside the road for as long and lush vegetation covering its banks, ancient trees, in the grip of the motorway on the left and the right state. Upon our arrival we improvise a meal with anyone in the audience, tomato paste and canned tuna and octopus. And the rest of 'Ferragosto here. Miguel Superti us today, pulling straight for another 6 or 7 km ..

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SIXTEENTH STAGE - Rabanal Ponferrada. 33 Km

Alarm as chaotic for some time. Fairly quiet night. Al fresco breakfast in the morning. At 6:45 we're on the road, definitely a mountain path, by 1100 sea level rises are among the more than ample and valleys 1450 of the Iron Cross, is very cold, my thermometer indicates 5 degrees. I imagined that the cross was on top of a steep solitary mountain, instead, 'reached by a bus without problems. When we get there 'already' a lot of people, I would say more or less walk. Manjarín and 'a beautiful country of 4 houses, a refuge and a café with donation, a fire in the drum of a washing machine apart, it's all very "survivors" of some catastrophe. The low fog, clouds driven by wind and crushed to make it go up the hill fascinating landscape "Alpine".
Pine trees, shrubs, flowers ... Valli green pasture, wet, sun illuminates the distant meadows wedged between the clouds. We walk for hours on the side "right" of the mountain with the valley at the foot apetra we are seeing with the eyes, apaerta valley surrounded by mountains, and if not today or tomorrow, sooner or later even the cross in front. 7 more to El Acebo where a bus takes tourists "pilgrims" to visit these lands. Once down, long and up to mountain Molinaseca. These countries seem villages Swiss or French, on the roofs of dark stone walls of thick white stone, wooden balconies and red flowers in hanging pots. Ponferrada two countries then, the only HOTELS AND 'parish, have a drink on arrival, I think two rooms of 100, at least single beds, shower, rest, a good dinner. Environment friendly, re laughs, cheers several times with people who hardly know or do not know at all. People now know that they are almost there, spring brakes ... He and 'tired, I try but perhaps for many the journey and' already 'over? This is just a geographical shift now? A few miles neither too easy nor too hard before throwing a backpack on the ground.
I plan the next steps:
Since I left France to walk I realized that such a trip on their own feet and to be addressed if today be, not 'say that they do tomorrow, what' ... despite
Tomorrow.
17 '(34 km) Trabadelo
18' (32 km) Viduedo
19 '(33 km) The Rent Barbadelo
20 '(33 km) Ligonde
21' (35 km) from Baixo Ribadiso
22 '(xx km) Anywhere
23' (xx km) Santiago de Compostela!

if I have ', yet two days. I'll try 'Finisterre in 25 days ....

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FIFTEENTH STAGE - Santibanez DV, Del Camino Rebanal 32.1 km

We went to bed late last night, it was dark and cold. At 5 a pair of ladies Eastern wakes up making a terrible noise. Soon after the 'last occupant of the room you' feel. We leave at 6:30
dall'albergue looking for the way the electric and the dim light front. Shortly after forming a group from which we detach for breakfast back in Ditri, we have lost too much time, do not see anything and it's cold. the only bar in the village will open, the 7. We come back to the hostel waiting for hours, then we have breakfast with the first arrivals from the country last year.
It starts, finally, with light, sunshine and bearable with a chilly rain jacket. It 's all campaign Astorga, there' s only one country in the middle, but it 's very ridossato his "grnde center."
cross this beautiful city 'life and bubbly, a couple of squares, a clock, "statues" Members in the mechanized sound of bells, a magnificent cathedral. We eat a sandwich 'city' campaign again until Murias de R. Olte 15 km route, including small but amps up and down. From here begins a slight climb above the prelude to tomorrow's stage. The landscape of today and 'more mountainous, less fields, vineyards and groves of the most varied kind, meadows.
Rabanal welcomes us with a bell'ostello, nice, forty coupled with bunk beds, too bad the people very noisy. The cold shower, a small fee, the menu del dia ... Sleep. Almost half of 200 in Santiago with a 'ascension Cebreireo the dreaded (in a couple of days if all goes well) ..

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FOURTEENTH STEP - Leon Santibanez DV 42 km.

12/Agosto/2008

This was the script or iginario :
"Today I do not like your writing. leaving Leon if you follow this road you will arrive after forty-odd here. mesetas spoke ill of, at least there were no trucks. For Moreover, L ' albergue okay ... The country has a bar open only in the morning, no shops, nothing. are 11 km from civilization '. wait and see. "
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Leon in a rainy morning, map in hand I try the way in a city without arrows. I'm not the only and soon after I join other travelers lost until the 'beginning of the runway, then everyone has their own way. leaving the city is possibly the worst of their entry, they never end and you have way to go, there will be a welcome retreat waiting for you, you can only take it out of the way first, then maybe there will be heartened to campaigns and paths.
The road goes parallel to the road, traffic and straight. Not much to see, out of a house was a wicker basket clear, resting on a bench. Invited to make use of cookies and fruit in exchange for a message on booklet. Nice gesture, but I do not trust cookies too, go for a pear. Storks' nests on small terraces typical of the churches in these areas. I think I have attacked the monotony, the presence of asphalt and the noise of the cars was not a usual thing in the last two weeks, and today more than ever makes me weigh the path. Some countries breaks the stage, pictured below, a great medieval bridge above a small weighing and orderly, with albergue and everything you need ...
But I still missing a few kilometers to the goal, the lager, the comfortable dining in the shade of a pergola of vines, a little bar in the country ... view Continuation in
Starad, including asphalt and dirt, a roundabout and a country on the right. An abandoned house on the word "Albergue" me with the inevitable yellow arrows pointing the way for the shelter nearby. Santibanez greets me with a number of old houses but well-kept gardens with a variety of flowers, vegetables, Piata fruit. I savor the well-deserved refreshment. By nell'albergue, no, that the corridor on a garden shaded by trees widely apples, pears and who knows what else, all extraordinarily heavy with fruit. Does anyone speak Italian, the hospice is a "type out of the norm," a gentleman of Rome withdrew in the English countryside to manage the structure parrochhiale. After a brief discussion, informs me that in the country there is nothing, nothing means anything, just a "bar" only open in the morning so I have to say goodbye goodbye to my premium end of the leg.
I go out into the street and I see kids eating fruit out of the bar closed. I will ask them, I bring in an orchard where I use what I consume for lunch. On the back of a cyclist ask me about the next country, > I say, is 8 km away and I urge him to continue and given the situation on site. It seems happy when I stretch a can of tuna, then continues. Lunch is arranged for the dinner will take care of Hermann, then wait for Rosalba and continue along the journey.

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THIRTEENTH STEP - El Burgo Ranero, Leon 39 km

11/Agosto/2008

night just to calm the gentleman, and little sleep for the other ...

addition to talking and being moved under my Cate, when an Italian girl squotendomi wanted to wake up, it took me a bit 'to understand that it was the alarm. Dall'albergue out a good coffee. Moonless night followed by a 'rosy dawn of the night against the leaden sky that fades, a sky streaked by dark clouds and wounded. On the night of croaking frogs and a meowing cat on a dump.
The road is lined on the left of the runway where an equidistant planting of tall trees to the south it follows the way, illusory perfection that nature undermines the uneven growth of hair, I get artifacts all over, we could be anywhere. A cemetery. Then a fresh sound irrigation ditch along the way that I see groping. The sound of 'highway and' muffled by distance. Sound of their steps, the smell of hay and grass wet. Plain straight. Rustle of corn and singing birds. Then came the light, rediscover the colors little by little, the black 'asphalt, green culture, white sand under the soles, loose soil of maroon and yellow of the hay to dry under a blue sky gradually more . The rosy light I saw before, like a beacon in the night were perhaps only the lights of the city, Leon (?). Then the wind rustling the branches, and crickets. These are the 7-green and yellow mosaic ordered. Infinite horizon of anything. strokes behind clouds. As I wake from a dream, now, the sun casts long shadow on my corn on the profile of the body and the backpack hanging. The variable frequency steps, the different tones, light soil on smooth, hard and disharmony which grows worse, if you strip the asynchronous ground on a stone. Among the rows of plane trees, in small groups, like the hazel stick that I carry with me.

Change it all again, are the 9:30 one day without the usual sun, after the beam olazione back foot (always right). I still cloudy and cool in the morning until Mansillas de las Mulas finally find where the batteries for the digital and elastic bandages for my poor bruised ankle. From here onwards, 'white slope along the track of national carettera. Without shade or water, up to 4 km Villamoros. The presence of the city 'can be heard despite the absence of many kilometers, traffic, trucks .... Arius, along with Archaveja the usual way, I have no water and the fountain and 'route. Continue to the next village, where I Valdelafuente Sun beds to rest, even here, 'the source and' route. After a short rest to start meeting a man in his fifties and we continue together to Leon and his 7 km in the suburbs. We cross the road bypassing the gard-rail at a point where cars sfracciano over 100, then a bridge, the houses ... At first we put the ice bar, I was at his foot to the leg. Rest for the stretch that will lead us utime 'all'albergue nuns. A tour of Leon, a few words exchanged with more or less well-known faces, with a German dinner. At 21:30 the doors will close and will hold a mass in the nearby chapel. We drink something together to English I still find it around. I'm tired, across the yard of concrete, to the longed-for rest. Before going to bed a couple of beds known from my boyfriend Torino, Simon, and after 4 stops you 'had to stop for tendinitis. The leg hurts a lot and I am confident that it was difficult to even take the bus because of the pain he felt. 72 hours of rest, the response of the doctor. Now I can sleep.

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TWELFTH STAGE - Terradillos dt - Ran El Burgo. (31 Km)

10/Agosto/2008

I wake up late, I read that you could have breakfast at 7 am and I wanted to take advantage. The bar and 'closed. I leave for Moratinos where I can finally drink caffe '.

Continue to the next town (San Nicolas Camino Real), where the pain in his right foot I am forced to put back the ice. Continue for 7 1 / 2 ... Where several people known reunion yesterday. I believe that it is not more 'able to go, too limp after only 12 km, almost resigned. Symposium now for many days with a worm in the head and foot to a vice, and clear to me this is the physical limit beyond which no longer worth the trouble continued. Mara there in the first bar, told me about a guy in Rome who was a massage therapist or anything like that, comes a lot of people, almost all sitting and chatting happily. Then someone approaches, greets everyone and talk with Mara. Li I met a few days ago, in a bar while her ankle bandaged. Mara presents it to me, and he offered to give me a look to the foot.

There are only two possibilities '

1) A small bone of the foot and' moved and aches.

2) The beginning of tendonitis.

With a little 'rest and a bandage potro' whether I can walk or if I have to 'stop. He shows me how ... Stalls on departure, undecided. When all are broken now, I continue the slow walk. I am resigned. Sooner or later even this could happen, many people have already stopped for blisters, tendonitis, fatigue, only to go after a couple of days or years toward the goal they had set a new or maybe. This is part of the journey. About ten minutes later I have to stop, I have no more 'pain and was about ten days that I was going on. 18 km to the missing step program, divided into 3.7 and 8 for alabergue. Migue I find on the road, we drink. I do not see as fit as a few days ago ... But always has a long wheelbase and quick. I exceed. A Bercianos Commercial Way, I find him in albergue where I stop to ask for ice as a precaution, it does not hurt but it's better not to illuminate. Gives me the juice and eat fruit, we talk about Thorille, where it will, 'if he' continued or not. But I have to leave, I still have 8 km. It 's late, not clothes dry out and I have a fresh change. El Burgo and 'a quiet little village, perhaps ugly, but I have not time to buy food for the evening and the next day. Meet the boy today, the bar, I'll ask him what to expect from the next day my foot, I am heartened to hear that if it does not hurt does not worsen.

I eat a bit 'and then have dinner with the menu' pilgrim-based lomo or cruel .... Like all the rest of the evening. I stop to talk a bit with a gentleman of Barcelona. That night will have 'nightmares of waking up all the most crazy, sometimes. I now sleep with '. Tomorrow we will see, optimistically hope to get to Leon (40 km.)

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ELEVENTH STAGE - Carillon dl C. Terradillios de los Templarios (26 Km)

9/Agosto/2008

M the wake stiff and sore. Without breakfast, prepare in the dark backpack and set off.

get over a beautiful bridge, a roundabout and a gas station. Turn right on paved road and stop at the first light of dawn for breakfast. I take off my jacket and pants' waterproof, eat fruit and chocolate. Continue ... After about an hour I realize that it had more 'with me your wallet, I look good in your backpack, but I realize I have left, I hope, in the flush of the church where I spent the night. Greetings Mara and go on alone and gallop in "obstinate and contrary direction." Jet backpack in the woods, under a bridge not to be heavy, stick to hand back to the church. Crosses many people I had met last week, say hello, ask me where it's going, but hurry, hurry. I see the church and the park, and wallet in the long grass ... Well, 'went well, what would I do if I had not found? Only, far away, two coins in his pocket; Before leaving I had slipped into a pocket inside the backpack of money, not much indeed, but sufficient to meet such a situation and vivacchiare few days waiting for favorable events. Start to limp while I go down town to find someone to bring me 'where I had left the backpack.

I agree with a taxi driver for 5 Euro. Looking at the speedometer tells me It will have covered about 12 5 km of a beautiful mesetas nothing in the middle of the plain red hot again on foot, it's late but I have a good mood again. Soil and 'docile, lots of walking, I'm happy but a little' tired. The first country I find a bar for a coffee 'and ice. Terradillos keep up to where it would stop most of the people I met in the first new albergue, and the hospitalier 'very polite, I drink something and I want more ice to the foot. The property is well maintained but I do not entice, I would go ahead and try. A few hundred meters away the pain intensifies and un'albergue gives me a good loophole. I will stay for the night. I find a Spaniard with whom I drank a beer a couple of days ago, Mara and her friend. After I arranged a chat before dinner, have dinner together, then a beer with English (which will not be able to offer yet) and good night. Short stage, all work in the afternoon heat, backpack system and charge the batteries of the handheld, as new ... I'm hoping for a good rest and a good wake up without nagging pain.

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TENTH STAGE - Castrojeriz - Carillon de los Condes (44 Km)

08/Agosto/2008

S waking in the morning, the clothes are all washed and completely dry in their bags, inside a backpack ordained as the first day, with breakfast donation in albergue before departure. The ten kilometer separate me from the first cut a mountain village, alone and steep, a 'ascension continues, one-way very long, steep descent and a long plain.

I have breakfast alone, chatting with some customers than ever before. Arrival in Boadilla know where my three children started the day with a variety of reasons, but it now appears willing to reach on foot to Santiago as soon as possible. We walk along the 6 km Fromista where we rest. It's hot and I've already 'route 24 Km continue with the idea of \u200b\u200bstopping as soon as possible, 5 or 10 km. But now I'm rested and the legs are fine. Continue only until Villovieco meeting where Mara, with whom I continue in the sunny afternoon. The next country we are joined by three sports and as a group, we arrive at Villacalzar. The local albergue has no place, fifteen people sleep Douro, in the park. Someone wants to go to the hotel, someone sleeping under a bush. It was decided that the best thing for "all" is to reach the next town, 6 km. In less than an hour we have. The first albergue I do not like it, and 'a parish attached to the church, I feel sad and only suitable to a great penance (from which I want to subtract). The guys stop. Mara and I continue with the certainty of finding a spot in at least one of the other two. These are the 20 steps, I think I have covered at least another km, they are all complete, and if not enough supermarkets are closed. Lettaralmente are exhausted, I can not return to the first albergue, I have no strength. Ocean knocks on the door of the "tienda" closed, perhaps pity, we open up to a small and fast shopping. From here you can see a beautiful cathedral, close and well lit. The reach, I lie and I care a little 'itchy feet. We have dinner briefly until the lure of sleep is compelling, we move in the grass near a tree. We wear heavy clothing in warm summer evening to make the sunset. There are 24 degrees. I fall asleep immediately after waking up only a few hours to check that there is no one around. All quiet. It's cold now, I am 5 am, 11 degrees and my bag and 'suitable for 18 +. He does nothing, I have not alternative. A shooting star opens up the sky in two. I sleep a little longer '.

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ninth stage - Burgos - Castrojeriz (40 Km)

07/Agosto/2008

P Atenza without shaking, ground floor, together with the young Torinese met yesterday (and 'party despite having the spines of a sea urchin under foot) face the 12 km that separate us from the former, and the breakfast. We overcome the boys from the parish met yesterday in Padua palazzatto sports, walking in silence, apart for tax directives, orderly and a bit 'sad.

Breakfast is the same as now every morning, gives us' the strength to go on the road outside Burgos ends in a moment gives way to cultivated land. The land here 'and' very easy to follow, with a few smooth stones and takes you past the first hill for a quick climb almost in sight of the first "pueblo". we part after a long pause, decided not to work too hard the foot. I continue only to San Boi (where a guide, and 'better sleep outside unless it rains), which is a hundred meters out from the right path for Santigo and therefore will not see'. Almost 11 km. Without a source or a bar, usually under the sun, the usual scorching temperature. Hontanas you want, hidden from view by a drop that leaves only see one side of the tower. We arrive at a schedule that allows me to continue. Well then, I leave. They are "only" 10 more. At the end of the scales there is' a swimming pool, and I continue just to resist the Castrojeriz. I reached a guy with whom I exchanged a few words the night before, in two and briskly walking much better. In less than two hours we have. Albergue The first was a sort of industrial building in the green space outside dall'edicificio were placed in small places for camping. Continue. When I think I have pretended, I tend to lose concentration a little, the pain of vescihe increases dramatically and very limp. I crawl to the weighing of the cobbled climb, I find asylum for 7 € and greet the makeshift partner who decides to look elsewhere for something more 'statement. They are a rag. I climb on the second floor of Cate and sleep. A couple of 'hours after I take a shower and drink a cheerful beer offered to me by a nice English. I promise to return the favor then I go back to sleep until dinner. Cenero 'only for the first time since my departure, a local desert (the best of my dinner when I left home). I take a antinffiammatorio to soothe the pain, I lay in bed and sleep instantly.