I’m sure we have to be over halfway by now. We pushed through today for about 40 km. We stopped in mansilla. Adrien and I cooked patatas bravas ‘fries with andalouse sauce’ and pasta carbonata, and Rachel did the dishes. We are very full from a good meal and good company.
But today wasn’t all sunshine and roses. In fact, the rain continued for most of the morning and afternoon. After about 18 km, we left a small town with a long way to go. Adrien, who had been skateboarding and walking with his board since Geneva, tried to push the board to me while I tried to catch up. The wet pavement made the board slip into an irrigation canal with filthy water running off the fields. He quickly threw off his pack and jumped into the water -forgetting about his phone, which somehow survived. He waded the strong chest high current up and down the canal for over half an hour, with no luck. The quick brown water had swept his board away from him. The mood of the three of us was a bit lower for the second half.
Note, that happened wednesday.
Thursday we took a bus for the last 18km into leon so we could find Adrien -the boy who lost his bestfriend- a new skateboard. We spent the day at the park enjoying the sun, and not carrying our packs. It was splendid. Friday we spent taking a long nap on the albergue, and wandering around the city a bit. It was a day of rest.