Not exactly what carrion de los condes looks like. Oh well. Anyway, i wrote in this journal but it seems to have gone missing. So here it is. Again. I went out to buy a hat and got one with a sheep and a wolf-in-sheeps-clothing. It's quite funny. I also bought a Roald Dahl book for 7 year olds which seems to be a bit advanced for me. I can't even translate the title. Bumped into the Pom whose bung leg is forcing him to stop the camino. He's going to ...

I was writing my journal last night and was sunburnt and tired so went and got a hotel room. It was SOOO good. I was sick of the sight of people so it was awesome and then i walked into the bathroom and there was.... A BATH!! I think i was the happiest girl in spain. The next day after a night of sleep with no snorkellers, I got up and had a leisurely breakfast and then walked for 3 kms to the next town where i had another coffee and bought a roll from a...

Lesson for the week: 'An ounce of prevention is worth more than 60kms of cure'. The shin is at 92% recovery which i am extremely happy about. The only problem is that the rest of the body is tired after days of compensating for bung leg. Oh, i forgot to write in yesterday that i saw THE cutest puppy. It was one week old and so tiny and could barely walk. It kept tripping over its feet. Back to today. This journal may be a little bit all over ...

This day i walk for a while talking to a Swedish man around dad's age called Tony. We walk to a town only 9kms away and i go to the net in an Albergue. I look outside and decide that i like this Albergue and that i'll have a lazy day. It's a cool Albergue owned by a guy called juanjo (juan jose, prounounced wanho). He has books on Art and the place has a really good feel about it. It's my favourite Albergue so far and juanjo says 'for today, mi casa es su ca...

Where was I? Burgos. Oooh, painful leg, a bit of shopping for warm clothes, dinner with Pop pop and Micah, a bit of an easter procession with KKK hats, drums, trumpets and and people singing. Next day, couldn't find a hostel because it was easter thursday and a public holiday here. So my increasingly sore leg and i said bye to pop pop and micah and hobbled to the albergue. It smelled funny and there were a million people there. The next day i met a Germ...