Four ‘9’s, I’m lucky, no?

After a week of an unintentionally grueling weight loss program, aka Camino, we opted for a break in Pontevedra, Spain… two nights-one day.

Our Airbnb in the historic old town is as lovely as it is noisy.  We have a kitchen as well as a washing machine, one day free from hand washing in the sink!!  But we are minus an internet.  Thank goodness Larry’s phone had better capabilities so we can track Hurricane Ian across Florida.  It’s eye passed over Tampa/St Pete where my stepson lives.

We traversed in drizzle yesterday, with matching rain shields on our back packs.  If anyone truly knows me, they know I despise matching.  Our matchy matchy was neon green and I chuckled as Larry walked ahead through the forest, at least I wouldn’t confuse him with the moss covered rocks lining the way.

My feet continued to hurt, I think my arches collapsed because the pain extended there too.  First stop was finding a shoe store.  Second amendment was lay on the bed with my legs parallel to the wall and feet by the ceiling to reduce swelling.

I’ve always taken my feet for granted, never again.

I forgot to mention our Airbnb is in a 16th Century building and the Camino Pilgrims march directly under our window, right to left, in their rain ponchos and click click click trekking poles.

We are celebrating my birthday by NOT WALKING today. My feet thanked me.

PS. The stepson is safe.