Think I am lost in the morning. Double back to town, start over. Routes would've met. Everyone stops at Manjarin. A memorial to Denise from Italian group, she didn't make it this far. I start crying again and have to leave. Road seems more difficult to manage going down. I don't remember all the loose rock in the past. Trouble with knee. Walk on road a bit.
Foncebadon has grown! Guess the land give away from 2009 worked. Shop expensive. fancy bathroom. Thoughts on Paulo Coehlo, maybe his fight didn't directly cause the village to grow, but indirectly, his book being published and read, caused people to begin to walk the Camino again, and bring life to these villages along the way.
Annoyance that I can't walk at my own pace, that I have to wait to go up to Cruz de Ferro until everyone else has had their millionth photo-op. I barge ahead anyway.
Splurge on room in El Acebo when someone points out to me it took me a long time to get there, while I'm eating lunch. Buy a shot of orujo later, I don't get charged for it. Book the three-bed room to myself, 36 euros, my big splurge. real (old, but real) towels. i either leave my light there or at Cruz de Ferro.
Fires burn, tomorrow they will be out of control
Wind.
Good food. (Mustard greens with the fish) I don't think I do anything in the afternoon.
Waiter/bartender carries my bag to my room for me.
I don't know what to do with the key in the morning, so I leave the door unlocked, leave key in room.
New roadside cafe by military lookout. Memory of shoes or feet in treed section. Overwhelmed with beauty.
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