Day 4: Pamplona Rest Day
Too scared to look at my feet.
The hour change was greatly appreciated last night.
Did an inventory. It’s eight blisters and a badly bruised toe. :(
Went to see the cathedral early before choral terce and there was a sung traditional Latin mass in a side chapel doing all the hits.
Need a siesta now.
Playing a new game now called is this a blister or a normal part of my foot. If you win the pain goes away. If you lose you get stabbed in the foot.
Tomorrow not so much fun on the uphill stuff. There is the windfarm to see, though.
Band and parade pass my window.
You voted but let’s see if I actually deliver the result you wanted. Stone fren and I will be separating with no deal.
It was a blister. It was indistinguishable from my left toe because it was the same size as my left toe.
Sort of good news is that it’s drained now maybe. Bad news is I am faint and dehydrated from the loss of fluids.
I think there may be more blister in there. :(
Let me guess... more countryside photographs and less blister talk?
Evening walk in Pamplona.
This again. Remember it from the lamppost down in the valley before the convent.
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