I do not have to suffer. Blinding rain yesterday. Poncho was plastered to my face and body. When I got to Carrion, I poured water out of my shoes and wrung out my clothes. The dryer in the albergue did not work. Every step I took yesterday was agony. Plantar fasciitis, blisters, bloody blisters on my heel. Woke up this morning and everything was still wet. Bed bugs feasted on my fingers during the night. I am not a Jesuit, I do not have to suffer.
I am taking the bus to Leon today. From Leon, I hope to find another bus to Sarria. I will try to hobble the last 100 kilometers to Santiago before flying back home. Maybe my grandfather was a Jesuit and suffering is genetic. Too bad I sent those red boots home. I could have clicked my heels together while chanting "There's no place like home."
Auntie Em, Auntie Em, Auntie Em...
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