a nice day began with a late and getting up a hearty morning shower ... lovely! The weather was mixed, it looked about not going to rain. Ca. 15 degrees might have promised a nice walk. Went out of Santo Domingo, past at the Parador from the Cathedral and a dirt track next to the N 120 towards the small Bergdoerfchen Grañon. The Spaniards are now trying to the impact of the economic crisis mt public investment as low as possible to keep what means for the pilgrims, including along the pilgrimage will be built and built and built ... so well on the way to Grañon on the red mud our hiking boots to a windchill complained 1.5 kg per shoe. As the meadows before Grañón a good opportunity to "facilitate" were again. In Grañón we visited for a small breakfast or the local church with her aussergewoenlichen font (a concrete shell with a diameter of about 2m) and then continued on our way. Meanwhile, the sun came out and it was on the plane after shadowless Redecilla del Camino Pretty hot. We passed the landmark of La Rioja and wandered into the now third province of Castile and Leon. In Redecilla we provided us with an ice cream, and I made the mistake of letting my backpack and walking stick that I had two years ago while accompanying the 800 km to Santiago faithful to stand before the bar. When leaving the bar, my backpack was still there, the stock had gotten legs. So I sat once on the way without walking aids, which went just over 16 kg Rucksackgeswicht on the back pretty hard on the legs. Frank later kindly lent me his Teleskopstoecke and from there went off like greased. We crossed a small hill and watched us from a burning pile of dung, the smoke clouds generated unimaginable that the east wind of course, exactly the way were blown over. Jacqueline and I took a detour of about 500 m in sales and worked around the manure pile, for Melinda and Frank it was called "Eyes Wide Shut." The pile was larger than could be seen from the front. Correspondingly, the two later ;-)) reached behind a small village of Camino smelled again the N 120 and was on the last 8 km of their side Belorado. About 5 km before Belorado we made our first experience with German Buspilgern, which were suspended in a small little place with her "Reisefuehrerin" and for this more verbose explanations the long road ahead to the hotel with comfortable double rooms were on the road. Frank and I tried for a short break or to catch the Buspilger and to engage in a conversation, but due to the fact that we had six more hours of hiking under their belts, we could not make it anymore. And so we walked past the cozy after Belorado mega hostel "A Santiago", which comes along rather than sports bar and offered the Buspilgern with double rooms to stay. At least they can at home say, do they have in a "hostel" We slept. We went to the hostel "Cuatro Townships, which we have come to know as very comfortable and were there with about 10 people, almost" among us. " During an evening stroll then happened for the worst case ... when entering a "Schlecker" market, I overlooked a small step, unlatched to and immediately felt in the already injured right foot for days a strong breaking. Now swelled to about twice the size of the ankle and it hurt the animal ... Whether well mean the end of our Way of St. James? We have already since the beginning of our journey had the feeling that a higher power has conspired against us to prevent and wants us to arrive in Santiago. Despite Kanalboeschungs-long walks up and down and I had to have at home for 5 years to do no injury to his foot and here in a week two? Sadly, this day ended, I did it with batteries Kuehl, ibuprofen and Voltaren my best to relieve the pain ... obs help?
Today I was too frustrated to me about a saying of the day to worry about ...
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