Today’s wake-up was pretty bearable: leaving the camp bed at 5 and a breakfast starring pastries hide any dark circles.
Today’s walk was quick and pleasant, with the mayor of San Pedro de Mérida at the front. We also enjoyed the company of another eminent figure during the stage… Yes, at last: Jaime, our bearded angel, our smile on wheels, today walked with the flock the 15 kilometres between us and our goal. In fact, he even carried the cross, always with that regal bearing that sets him apart.
There’s little more to add today; after all, less distance means fewer anecdotes. That said, it is only fair to record the moment when Santi Salvador and Fer Marqués gobbled sunflower petals with relish, in the most classic Ice Age style. When we arrived we hibernated like brown bears and, once rested, we had lunch.
Today another twenty pilgrims joined us, arriving after a journey of about 10 hours. When the newcomers appeared at the sports hall, the Spartans who have crossed the Peninsula on bare paws thought only one thing: “Fresh blood”.
The newcomers’ journey went by without incident, except for the moment when they put the handbrake on for lunch and were attacked by a legion of wasps, as if it were a scene from The Hunger Games.
Today we were lucky enough to have an hour and a half of exposition, while at the same time we had a penitential service in which we were all invited to go through the soul’s washing machine. The Mass was accompanied by the voices of our choir girls and a devout one-man band.
Dinner was calm and hearty, in the form of generous plates of tomato salad and burgers that could have come out of Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs. To finish, a light get-together to digest dinner and catch up with each other.
Software updated. See you, folks.
PS: We’ve got the last booklet!