Section easier early in the day, don't hate it as much. Broken up by mobile bar in the middle of it. Stop for lunch in Los Arcos. Long, long hot walk to Sansol, which you can see for all of the 6 kms it is, but never seem to get any closer to it. Then after lying on a bench near the farmacia for a half hour, the only albergue open is one with a sign with smiling people in a hot tub, and decide that's not really what I'm looking for, so pick up my bag and carry on to Torres del Rio. At dinner, I get sat at the "kid's table" which is near the group table, but separated, because I didn't make an earlier reservation, and I'm not planning on ordering the pilgrim's menu (but then neither do all of them), and get charged more than originally told, so might as well have. At least they all still lean over and talk to me.
The old woman the men have been cracking walnuts for passes me on the street and says I should go to Mass, but when I wander up to the church to look inside, it's locked. I ask the bartender about the Iglesia de Santo Sepulcro, and he says it should be open, it's not. I go back and get the phone number, and he calls someone for me, so I can go have a look inside.
The Australian watches me slowly remove a bandage from my foot, and finally comes over and sits next to me and tells me to "man up! and rip it off!" Which I don't do, because I don't want to rip the skin off with it. Compeed really doesn't like to come off the same day, but I didn't drain the blister enough before I put it on, and I need to do it. He gives me a couple new bandages, and presses one onto my foot.
I don't fall asleep easily because I'm so congested I'm sure I must've become one of the snorers, and I don't want to be.
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