Life's a Stitch

I think the Camino honeymoon feeling is close to over. Today's walk was a brutal seven hours. I had to remind myself of yesterday's "I can do this" feeling. Over and over again. Many ups and downs, maybe not the total gain of yesterday, but far more steep.

It started out OK. You might describe it as fun.

I spoke too soon when at the halfway point I said I couldn't believe that we had covered six miles in two hours. It went downhill, so to speak, from there. We crossed a Roman bridge…

for the opportunity to go way way way up to a medieval hilltop village…

to go way way down an ancient Roman road where the rocks weren't loose, just pitched in all directions…

only to go up and up and up again, through a not so ancient tunnel under the highway…

to finally arrive at our comfortably old world room at the alburgue in Lorca. We are appreciating our decision to go with private accommodation in hostels after seeing a woman wading in the river, her thighs covered in bedbug bites.