Good foot day. Made 27k by 3:45pm with full pack which is what I used to do in training. I’m starting to think that kilometers in Asturias are different than in Galicia.

Sitting here drinking one of my new favorite drinks, Rubia del Verano–thank you, Miguel–it is an ale beer mixed with lemon soda. I know, I know, but I’m telling you! Yum and refreshing. 

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GPS was weird today. It said I had gone 34k, which I know for my body is not possible. Somewhere in the woods outside of San Roman it started clicking off 1k every ten minutes or so. I’d like to think there’s some supernatural interruption at that point, because about that time, I met an old woman walking on the way. I think her name was Elilisa–really I don’t know, she had no teeth and spoke Gallego. She asked me if I was alone or scared. I told here aren’t we all really alone anyway. She asked if I had heard about theAmerican that had been killied. I said yes but we have to continue or I said something like that. She asked where I wAs from and if I had family there. I said no, friends though, and family in another place. She then asked if I wAS like 40 and if I was married. I said I was 44 and no. She said I was still young–she is 83–and that I would still get married someday. I asked if I could take her picture Nd she declined. 

As I walk through this varied and interesting land  with characters I find the idea of writing fairy tales very easy.