The primitivo started with an albergue that looked like an old hospital or insane asylum. I was separating from the class. I had walked with Anne for 4-5 days and I wanted to be alone. The left over insane peoples ideas were getting into our heads. Anne was visibly upset that we were too late for dinner, it was the cherry on top of my reason for solitude. The next morning I wandered for a good long time before I could find the camino. I ate some apples that were more like jicamas. It was hot out and I was itchy from the heat. I listened to a little bit of the book all the pretty horses for a bit. I liked it but I was distracted by the heat and the anxiety of possible foot pain. I am always anxious about foot pain. One of my daily activities is trying to find out why I am anxious all the time. I tried to think about why I thought every thought. The biggest categories were how people thought about me and how I want to think differently than I am at that moment.