¨Where is my car?

May 10, 2007

It has been a hard walking day. My blister made my foot tender and there was a lot of up-hill and down-hill. However, I am now on one of the most modern refugios on the camino and relaxing at the computer in the bar (which is under the sleeping quarters). We are in a small town called Ages (pronounced something like Ah-hays).

I walked with the Canadian couple today. At one part, after a tiring up hill climb, we met two people from Germany. After greetings, the German man (pack on his back, boots on his feet) looked around and said, ¨Where is my car? Where is my car?

Brook arrives tomorrow. I hope we meet up without too much trouble.