Tuesday 9th April 2013

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


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Flag of Spain  , Castile-León,
Tuesday, April 9, 2013

I slept well after a wonderful night before.  I forgot to say about a wonderful Frenchmen who could sing and play the banjo, he entertained us for ages after dinner. 
Little tiger was shattered this morning. He carries his own pack and runs back and forward between people so does twice the distance.  I can see he is tired, his dad grabs the end of his sleeping bag and whips it away, its a good trick as Little Tiger lies there amazed.  They leave early, we say no goodbyes as we expect to meet later on the road.
Christian has gone, only Sylvia and I are waiting for Clementine, who has been sick all night.  He cannot go on so I volunteer to stay with him.  He is glad of the company and the wonderfully kind nuns say we can stay.  They say he should go to the doctor, he tells them he will see later as he may improve with some sleep.  My ankle is still swollen, I can see from the colour of the bruising that it was damaged some days ago, but I never let it heal so I think the day of rest will do me good.  However I never got a chance to say goodbye to my friends so it makes me sad.  Everyone is on a tight deadline to Santiago to catch their planes home, so I know I will not see little tiger and the gang again. 
I have an easy morning, Clementine sleeps most of it so I pop out.  The going has got tough so the tough have gone shopping!  I buy a wonderful salad and a tin of tuna for lunch.  I use the tuna olive oil as a dressing and find balsamic vinegar, its great.  I love salad and have barely eaten any, as the Spanish seem to only like hearty soups and stews.  I buy some lovely fillet steak, its on offer so I buy a nice piece.  I make myself a steak sandwich with fried onions for dinner.  I know its a waste of a lovely bit of steak but after all the spicy sausage etc, I cannot explain how nice it is to have some plain food.
Clementine gets no better so I tell him he should see the doctor.  The nuns explain there is a health center across the road.  There is a lovely Dutchman called Victor who is fluent in French and Spanish, he comes to translate.  Fortunately the doctor speaks good French and tells Clementine he has gastric- enteritis.  Clementine has two prescriptions for anti-biotic so we go to the Pharmacy.  I have been very impressed as we went straight into the doctor and it was free.
We return to the hostel and I am delighted to find my two Italian friends have turned up, Dario and Valerio.  Unfortunately Valerio explains that Dario and Anna have fallen out with much shouting and tears, so Anna is a day or two behind.  Both men are very sad, the Italian Camino is falling apart.  Dario was always the quiet one and rather over protective of his sister.  I was not really surprised to hear all this, as I remember him marching her off in the Hostel in Burgos.   I would have loved to see Anna again but think its probably better not too.   I have to say that this evening was a very low point with Clementine and I ill.  Even the Italians could not finish the bottle of wine they bought to have with their dinner, so I knew it was bloody dire for all...
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