A Long Hot Walk to Sáhagun

Last night Latsha and I both were thinking we were going to try to walk to Sahagun today, but if it got too hot we'd probably stop somewhere closer. When I got to Sahagun it was 98 degrees and there was no shade anywhere along the trail today. It's 8pm and it is still 91 degrees. Fortunately, it isn't supposed to be that hot tomorrow. As I ran into people staying at the various albergues, I asked them if they had seen Nadia and her mother. Nobody has, so maybe they stopped earlier. 

Here's a picture of the birds I met in Calzadilla.

And here is a little fellow who was on the window by my bed last night. He was less disturbing than the bee that was there earlier. A nice Spanish man and his wife were on the bed next to me. He rescued me from the bee. 

This morning in the Albergue was the usual annoying symphony of alarms, rustling bags, conversations in other than hushed wispers, and this morning, someone was having a telephone conversation sitting on her bed amongst sleeping people. It really is amazing. I get up early anyway, so I don't care. 

I packed up, ate breakfast, and left before first light. I don't have a head lamp, but the moon was pretty bright

After I had walked for a while I started getting one of my ocular migraines. They make me feel like I'm loaded and I hate it. So, I had to take my medicine and sit for a while on the trail until it passed. 

Apparently I was one of the last to leave Calzadilla because only a few people came by while I was resting and waiting for the medication to take effect. 

Two guys came by asking me to be on the look out because one of them couldn't find their boots this morning. They told me the brand name and the type of boot. Boots go missing occasionally on the Camino because everyone has to put their boots on a rack before going into the dormitories where the beds are.  This is so we don't track the dust and muck from the trail into the sleeping quarters. Sometimes in the morning darkness someone picks up the wrong pair. They all look a lot alike. I tie a bright ribbon through mine, so no one will take them by mistake. I suppose sometimes someone might steal them, but I can't figure out why, unless they got a hole in their own.

I have to confess to you that I did not spend the rest of the day looking at people's boots as I walked. Gracious, that would really cause lostedness. 

So, the trail between Calzadilla and Sahagun is pretty much a straight line, but that is only a minor challenge for the "Queen of Lost." Really, I don't know how this keeps happening to me, but I got lost. I had to back track to the penultimate fork in the road. That was lawyer speak for the next to the last fork in the road. Aren't you impressed? Maybe I could throw in a couple of "herein before referenced" clauses. lol

I stopped by and said "hi" to my friends Rebekah and Paddy in Moratinos on my way to Sahagun. Saw Oliver there too. Leea and I met Oliver last year at San Anton. 

Here's a couple of pictures from outside Moratinos:

This one is a shadow of me and a tree on the landscape. I really didn't intend that to happen, but when I saw it, I thought it was kind of funny. 

When I was walking around Sahagun today I saw a sporting goods store. I thought of the guy who lost his boots and hoped he found it. I ran into him later in the kitchen at the Albergue, having dinner with his German friends. He said, "Look I have new boots." So he had found the store. 

As I was walking around Sahagun, I also ran into the Australian woman who had been talking on her phone on the trail, the day I tripped over my own pole. We went and chatted about the Camino, life, and the weather. She was saying when it is this hot in Australia, people stay indoors, or sit outside under a tree. They don't walk in it. She says this is madness. I said, when it's this hot at home I go hiking or walking. She said I probably tolerate the heat because I'm just a string and don't have ounce of fat. I was shocked. I told her I always think I'm fat. "O wad gie the gifty gie us to see ourselves as others see us."

She is what she calls a book lawyer, meaning she never practiced law, she teaches. Her subject is "Aboriginsls and the Law." I thought that was very interesting and we discussed the Aboriginsls in the US, namely the Native Americans. 

After all this excitement, I went to the store and got provisions for dinner. I met these two guys on the way:

I had green Spanish olives (so much yummier than olives in the states,) bread, cheese, chips and tuna. It was good. And now I'm going to have cookies and a Chupa Chup for dessert. 

Night all.