Portomarin-Hospital de la Cruz 7 miles

“It’s okay to stop,” is what Laura said and is all I needed to lay my head down on my poles and cry.

I hope all I need is a light day and that tomorrow will be better. I am waiting for the siesta to end so I can go get some ball of feet inserts and a brace for my ankle because it has been sending increasingly angry pain up my leg when I step down unevenly.

I feel very disappointed in my body, I can’t lie.

The emotional gas that has been pushing me is running very low. I now look at my trail runners with absolute dread. I will never wear them again after this. I don’t know if they aren’t up to the task or if my feet are just so bad that no shoe could sustain what I’ve been doing to them but I want to blame something other than myself so my shoes it is.

Laura, on the other hand, purchased a new pair of shoes in Portomarin yesterday and absolutely killed it today. She did all 15 miles like a boss. I’m so stinking proud of her. She was really struggling and was in so much pain and she just fixed that shit right up.

In the cab to Palas de Rei, the driver asked me where to go and I told him the name of the hotel. “Okay,” he said. I said, “Yo se?” intending to say, “You know it?” But “yo se” means “I know” so then I said, “Tu se?” which is closer because “tu” means you but “se” is still the first person conjugation of “know” so then I laughed and finally spit out the (mostly) correct, “Tu sabes?” And followed it up with, “Mi espanol no es bueno,” as if he needed me to tell him that.Read more