Itero del Castillo to Boadilla - Day 10

Quite cold in the morning.  Cough so hard, I puke in the sink.  Drink all the water I can find, because I'm freaked out about being dehydrated.  I'm planning on walking to Poblacion, but by the time I leave Itero de la Vega, it's already getting hot out.  (There are computers here, as well.)  I drank a lot of water and now I have to pee, I should turn around and go to another bar, but I don't, and now it's all I can think about.

The landscape is pretty wide open.  Men are out working the fields, setting up irrigation, the water sprays out in horizontal rainbows.

Irrigation Rainbows, April 8/L Herlevi, 2017

There are groups of men walking in front of me and behind me, I really don't feel right about dropping my pants to pee.  The group in front of me stops at a footbridge to remove clothing and take a rest stop.  I continue on, and finally round a corner and throw off my pack, and jump into a ditch, one without poison hemlock anywhere around:  it's everywhere.

Along the way to Boadilla, I name the crows/ravens "Esmeralda."  Pointy-headed birds dash off into the fields before I can get a good look at them (crested larks?); large-winged birds slowly circle above, then drift off.  By the time I reach Boadilla, I'm in a crowd again, I don't know where all these people came from, I guess I'm walking slow.

It's hot.  Stop for lunch with plans on reaching Poblacion, but decide I should stay if I want to, and I do.  Takes me an hour to eat lunch, and I'm the only one eating.  Wander town.  It's the third time I've stayed here, last time, in 2009, Eddie drove me to another town when I said I needed a doctor.  Took me to a farmacia and spoke to the man for me, translating (my hands had broken out in itchy blisters), whatever it is he gave me (pills and an exfoliating lotion) worked.  Now eight years later, he's become one of the Camino "heroes" (not the word I want, but I can't figure out what word I want, so it will do for now) along with Jesus Jato and Tomas (among others.)  Anyway, no way he remembers me, but I remember him.

At dinner, I point out to the Canadian that he got more vegetable than I did, and he points out that they put a lot of meat on the plate that was handed to me: maybe I'm looking anemic.

I love this albergue.

Morning in Boadilla, April 9/L Herlevi 2017

(Itero del Castillo, San Nicolas, Itero de la Vega, Boadilla del Camino.  Approx: 11.3 kms.  Frost on ground to hot.)