Today was just awful.
Awful, windy, and freezing cold.
This was the worst day of the meseta. It's an 18km stretch of straight, old Roman road, with no towns or food or water in between. And of course, it was blisteringly cold.
Noni and I just felt like crap. We were bored out of our minds and we suddenly developed blisters, despite being blister-free for 20 previous days of walking.
About 8km from the end, we met Julie from Cronulla who walked the last bit with us. We definitely slowed her down because she was a little pocket rocket, but she kept us so entertained, made us enjoy ourselves, and generally made us able to survive the rest of the walk without going postal.
The hostal that night was alright- the owner was pretty touchy, as in, constantly with the touching of all the women in the place. It was my worst nightmare- strangers touching me, and I had to pretend that it was nice and friendly. Yuck.
We were limited to the pilgrim menu again that night, something we try to avoid. I wish we could have avoided it once more, because the food was disgusting- flavourless soup, cold chips and rice.
Today was not a great day. Many people skip the Meseta and I completely understand why. Today was a massive challenge, but I'm glad we did it and made it to the end of that stretch with our sanity intact.
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