This morning seems so long ago 14 hours later. We were allowed to sleep in because of the short day so I woke when I woke. We had a 9am meet up in the bar of our hotel. The woman at the hotel said it should open in a few minutes just before 9. It was not open when we left town after coffee at another place.
It was raining. During the day there were a few breaks; some lighter rain and some absolute torrents. The ponchos was on most of the day. Mike's quality yellow poncho ripped at some point during the day.
It would have been a nice walk but for the rain. Some small roads and a lot of well maintained forest path. Even with all the rain we could avoid the odd puddle.
We stopped for coffee about 6km by which time we had picked up a San Francisco girl name Melissa and an Estonian woman. Both walked with us for a while but eventually slowed down. Jeanne and Francisco took off and left everybody behind. Mike and I dropped Melissa and the Estonian woman was so tired from trying to keep up the J&F, she didn't even try to stay with us.
We didn't bother stopping and just kept moving. The was a long string of soggy Pilgrims behind us. After crossing a long bridge I looked back and saw at least 20.
Mike had brought me water proof socks and I was wearing them for the first time. They did help but rain running down my pants entered the sock from the top at my ankle. When that started happening it was like walking in a bag full of water. When I took them off the water poured out.
With about 5km to go it started raining really hard. It was like that when we got to town and had to check the location of the hotel. I had the wet hands plus foggy glasses phone issues.
When we got to the hotel Francisco and Jeanne were on their way to get food. They did not like the people at the hotel restaurant and insisted on a nearby place. They made the miscalculation of not changing out of wet clothes. We would met them after putting on dry clothes.
When we checked in we brought in so much water we soaked the floor of the reception area. When getting his passport Mike bent over and because he had not been wearing his poncho his hood had filled with water, dumped another bucket full of water on the floor.
In the room I made puddles everywhere. I tilted my shoes and a puddle formed. We were so wet.
We met for food a a nearby Argentinean meat house. Good menu del dia for 14€.
The hotel had a laundry next door and while I napped, Jeanne did our laundry. Thank you!
Dinner was the Argentinean place again and we decided on the meat platter for two and a few sides for the 4 of us. The waitress told Francisco that would not be enough for us and talked him into the plate for four. The plate for 2 would have been more than enough!
Final day tomorrow. Hard to believe. Time has no meaning at this point. 25km to go and then I can heal.
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