Pretty easy day with generally flat terrain & the company of delightful Madrileño who assists me all day with my Spanish & later with the search for my apparently misplaced mochila. It ended up being at a different albergue than myself, so shortly before sunset, I had to walk a bit further up the road to reconnect with it. But it turned out to be a special albergue called Pequeña Portala and was run by persons who appeared to be Buddhists with photos of the Dalai Lama in the walls. They had the fantastic rule of no noise before 6am (meaning that there would be no noisy packing at 4:30 in the morning!). Instead we has a wonderful dinner of pesto pasta, garlic & veggie soup, tomato & mozzarella salad shares amounts all the residents (where French was the common language) & were awoken at 6 am with music beginning with Ave Maria followed by more soothing music. However, I did get reprimanded for reading too late with my iPad sending off too much light.
The photo of my feet everyone has been awaiting. Since changing to only sandals, they are slowly improving.
Ballerina feet!
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