Sweaty Plaines

Leaving carrion. 

Bridge

We are not holding hands. 

This what the whole day looked like. 

Or this. 

Almost there!

So after our big night out in carrion, we had a bit of a slow morning. I was fine as I left the party like the grandma I am at 10pm and went to sleep. The rest of the crew was quite fragile as they didn't get back until midnight. Apparently our albergue didn't have a 10pm curfew as I had thought. We grabbed a croissant and coffee and hit the road. Usually our route is freckled with little villages to stop in to break up the journey. Today however was a flat open plaine. 17 kilometers before the next town. It was 80 degrees today. Woof. A lot if people didn't like it because it was boring. To me, it just felt like home. I could have been walking in Illinois it looked so similar. I was also in a good mood because Bea was slowly due to the bottles of wine in her blood and she was walking at my pace. While I felt badly for her, I was happy for the company. We finally made it to the 17k town and immediately found the bar where we found friends and planted ourselves there. We ate a mojito Popsicle with 'real rum' in it and ate our prepared sandwiches. After a 30min or so break, we picked right back up. At this point the sun was so hot and was beating down on us. Bea found her second wind and was soon out of sight. I tried to enjoy the uneven rocky, shadeless, and boiling path to the best I could. We made to it another town after 8k and sat for a minute to rehydrate. Then we continued the what should of been 3.5k to our destination. Sadly, we missed a turn and soon realized we weren't on the path. A few other pilgrims had done the same error, so we got back to the correct path together. We finally made it to the albergue that was just outside of the village.  I dont remember what the town is called, it is 13 east of Sahara (that is sort of how it is spelled). I often don't know where I am, where I've come from, llet alone where I am going (everything is a metaphor for life on the Camino). We got to the albergue at the same time as two of our friends. They told us there were 4 beds left, perfect! The boys let Bea and I go first, so we checked in and found our rooms. When we came back, apparently there was an error and there were no beds left. We felt awful. The boys said it was fine and that they would go on to the next albergue. We hung out on the yard for hours chatting with people,drinking beer, and working on our tans. We ate a mediocre pilgrim menu meal and are now in bed as it is 5 min past curfew.