Monday 8th April 2013

Trip Start Mar 23, 2013
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Trip End May 05, 2013


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A convent, the Nuns are wonderful so no jokes please....

Flag of Spain  , Castile-León,
Monday, April 8, 2013

I wake up and my right ankle will not move.  Yves told me that my left ankle was healing but my right ankle was damaged, I now realise he was right, as ever.  We all have a lovely breakfast and chat away, Clement is a French Notary, its a sort of Government Solicitor come Registrar.  It is the family business but he has just left it to study fine art.  He wants to be a auctioneer, I am not sure why but he says being a Solicitor is very boring.
I say goodbye to my friends as I know I will never keep up.  My Scottish friend Chris takes my number to check I am okay later in the day.  He is a fantastic character, I hear him tell some Finns how he is really big in Japan, sod Japan as he cheers up my world.
I walk on alone now, but catch up with the little tiger and dad as they often stop to take pictures.  Little tiger sees me and runs back to greet me.  He grabs my hand and tries to drag me on as he does not realise why I am so slow.  Little tiger chats away, he asks me where I am going and I name all the capital cities in the world, it is a game that we play.  I tell little tiger he is the bravest tiger in the world and that he must go on without me.  He tells me I am a lion and we must go on together, once again on this journey I am forced to hold back a tear.
I come to a village with a Pharmacy, I am so pleased as I go in for a proper ankle strap similar to the brilliant one I got before.  The pharmacist does not have my size so tells me a support that would hardly support my knee, never mind the ankle, is the right one.  I find something that looks okay so I buy it and anti-inflammatory cream.  I will just have to hope for the best.  It is the very first time I have come across lies and unkindness on this walk, I am very saddened as I work with wonderful pharmacists at the MHRA.
I carry on walking alone, even the oldest and slowest have long overtaken me.  For the first time in my life I have to walk slowly, oh so slowly, I really cannot explain how wonderful it is to walk slowly and it even feels good to be alone.  eventually I arrive in Carrion de los Condes, its about 25 km from the last hostel and I'm knackered.  I walk into the supermarket, Chris is there and tells me to go to the church and turn right for the hostel.  I am not really paying attention and get very lost, however I run into Sylvia who takes me to a wonderful hostel that is part of a convent.  I am very touched as little Tigers dad has prepared a fantastic Korean meal for the 5 of them, he sees me and makes it go into 6.  However, as Christian and I did not help prepare it we have to do the washing up.
Today has been one of the most painful days of my life, my right ankle has swollen and I know I have seriously damaged a tendon.  However, a much wiser man than me once said that life is not about waiting for the clouds to clear, it is about learning to dance in the rain.  Today has actually been a lovely day with myself and my friends, I do not know if I danced in the rain but this Dad at a disco enjoyed giving it a go.
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