Life's a Stitch

Last night at dinner in Castrojeriz we saw what at first we believed to be a bumble bee, but it turned out it was a tiny hummingbird with bee like colouring. It was too difficult to get a good photo. Then C was feeling creative:

Started out this morning tripping over a nail sticking out of a wooden bridge. I know I've had my share of fall injuries, but this one came right out of the blue. I landed on my left hand and knee with a following forward head bump. The sound of head meeting ground is never good. Don't worry, you nurses following the blog, there were absolutely no symptoms of concussion. I think my new sweatband helped plus whatever divine intervention is provided by the Camino and the immediate administration of arnica cream by a trail angel.

The continued painful wrist prompted a visit to a pilgrim's clinic. The closest X-ray was 50k away, so they immobilized it and if it still hurts in Leon, a major city four days forward, I can have an X-ray there.

Makes you realize how quickly things can change in a split second. I am thankful that my Camino can continue.

We covered 25k (15 miles), climbing up and over onto the Meseta.

People report how tedious this section is, but living so many years in Nebraska has instilled in me an appreciation for the prairies.

Part 2 tomorrow.