We emerged from the cave, tired, sore and grumpy, with no breakfast, and kept walking. Today was an easier walk than yesterday had been. We stopped at a fountain and chatted to some other pilgrims (pilgrims is the word for people doing this walk). One girl, Louise, from New Zealand, was telling me about a hostel of some sort that we could stay at that night, in about 12 klms, for only 5 euros. The thought of a real bed after the previous night's sleep was quite tempting. So we kept walking, tired and hungry. At one point Ezra was so hungry that, much to Kellie's dismay, he ate some berries off a bush. "I'm not going to have any sympathy for you when you're sick!" Kellie warned Ezra. "It's ok, I'm almost certain they're blueberries!
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