We awoke this morning and began our walk right away. We decided that we would have breakfast somewhere along the way.
Currently, we are in Zubiri. Probably my favourite village that we saw today was Burguete. Beautiful roadway and church through the centre of town.
As we followed the yellow arrows as they turned to the right, we began to exit the village. Distracted by a chicken running through the pathway, it took us a minute to notice an old man approaching us. He spoke only in Spanish, but was very excited to talk with us. Before we knew it, he was kissing Mom! First her cheek, then right on the lips! HA!! It was funny! Then he insisted that I take their picture together.
After giggling about that, I noticed him coming for me! WTH?! He puckered right up, and came straight for my lips with what I decided could only be mustard crusted in the corners of his mouth! I stifled a gag and then he came back for a second!! Horrified, I then had to also pose for a picture!
By this point, Karis has figured out the trend and had moved herself to a safe distance down the trail.
We muttered goodbye and walked as fast as possible to get away. Once we were around the corner, I scrubbed my lips and face with water and tried to get the nasty vision of the crusty mustard out of my head
We laughed about that one for hours….
Today we walked 25km. 6 villages I believe. The climb wasn’t as steep today, nor the drop as aggressive but we are in more pain today than any other day. Our feet hurt, our legs hurt and our backs hurt.
We have settled into an albergue now and have finished our showers and laundry. Smelling slightly better. A gentleman from Germany massaged some smelly German muscle reliever into some of our calves, so that definitely helped. Hoping tomorrow the feet and legs hold up! Would be nice to make it to Pamplona. We shall see.
At least my feet don’t look like this Germans….
Off to massage Karis, and then head to bed!