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Sitting in a cafe with an onion the size of my head.

We are now on day six or seven, I can't really remember anymore. The heel cup in Ben's boot is helping, but he still walks with a little gimp in his gait.

Yesterday we climbed up and over the pampalona basin leaving the Pyrenees for good. Now and for twelve days or more we are walking through the plains of Spain where it does not rain. In fact, its warm as hell and the crunching sound your shoes make on red gravel and the expanse of tilled up barren farm fields reminds you this is gods country, or maybe a Cohen brother movie.

We can only imagine how hellish it could be in the summer, when you should traditionally do this walk.

But, also we found amidst all this farm land we realized it's hard to camp. Bens foot, as I mentioned still hurts him, and so he decided that the four euro a night pilgrim Hostel s with showers are really a deal. And so this morning we sent our tent and cold weather gear and ben his books away to santiago. Can you guess what it cost? I bet you can't so I will tell you: 12 euros with the box. And the woman in the Puenta la Reina is holding it there fir a few weeks to ensure it meets up with us. Humans can be wonderful creatures.

Speaking of wonderful creatures, my cat Cole passed away in Saturday and if you were lucky enough to know him, you can understand how saddening that is.