We continue through the flat Meseta and today there wasn't a town or village for about 13km (no morning coffee break). Luckily I had enough Leonard Cohen to last me until lunch. For some reason during this part of the Camino most Pilgrims walk solo, only gathering together again at rest stops and at the Albergue in the afternoon. I think Ludger's soup had magical healing properties as my feet felt much better today. I also think the Skype conversion with Mum and Step dad was very edifying and I have definitely got over my homesickness now.
Everyone is definitely starting to feel the strain. Some people are having to miss out stages and take the bus because their feet or legs are so bad. Yesterday a Paramedic we met set up a foot clinic at the bar and heroically treated bleeding and infected blisters. I had to deal out some tough love to Damien the Canadian during our lunch, he thought he was going to die so I told him to pull himself together. The approach was effective and he made it alive to todays destination.
Tonight was to be the last night with the 'frat party' as they had a tighter schedule and needed to get a bus to a couple of stages ahead. So one more night of beer, wine and these luminous yellow shots which kept appearing from nowhere. It has been good to have a bit of fun injected into the Meseta! Still a couple more days of Meseta but I imagine they will be slightly more wholesome.
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