(The rocky road offered its own special obstacles that went on relentlessly forever.)
(Izabela
doctoring her first blister.)
She did the old needle and thread technique. (Scary). We were sooooo sad to have to give up the position as the Blisterless Sisters.
This was a loooong day. There were no villages for the whole 15 mile stretch. Just imagine 2 A.D.D. women without her double espresso and me without a cold soda. Not a pretty picture. We had bought a sandwich from our Albergue and now was the time to eat it.
(Lunch with the rocks and humming
insects.)
We were experiencing the "Barren Mesita." And I do mean "the great nothingness."
(All day I face the barren waste without the taste of water.)
And right out in the middle of this rocky wasteland we decided we thought we were lost. How can you get lost in Nowheresville?
Sure ' nuf Alex, one of our fellow pilgrims, appeared out of that Land of Rocks and helped orient us on the map.
(Alex showed us where we were on our map. Then he
vaporized.)
We finally served our time in purgatory and gradually left the Rocky Trail for the ancient village of Mansilla. It is a beautiful Village and has the arch under which the pilgrims of old walked
just as the Apostle James had done.
So, here we were in Mansilla and we were in huge need of a bath and a place to lay our heads. Izabela had called for reservations the day before but couldn't quite make out what the lady was saying about 3:00 pm. Even with the language barrier, we DID understand there was no room for us and there were no other rooms available in any of the other Albergues, according to Olga. Izabela and I wilted... And indeed had a pathetic look about us. Finally Olga said, "Go take rain (while she charaded a shower), you come mi Casa."
(Olga's beautiful home. A night in paradise!)
God is forever good.
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