The pain of pilgrimage presented itself in the form of strong, cool headwinds, taking us five hours to walk 11 miles (18k). The clouds hung low:
We had a brief stop in Santo Domingo to stop in at a beautiful, more simple church than what we've been seeing:
Had our first try of pulpo, slices of delicious octopus served in oil with paprika:
Stopped for a photo with an ancient pilgrim:
After five fours we dragged our bedraggled selves into the Hostel Chocolatero. Really a truck stop with clean reasonable rooms, it sounds like the kind of place kids might beg to stay on a road trip. Please, please, please can we stay at the Chocolate Maker's Motel?
Thank you to all who have sent positive wishes and encouragement. It really makes a difference.





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