I was sad to have to say goodbye to my Danish and Kiwi friends the next day, who had apparently had a pretty crazy night at this wine fountain - well at least 2 of them had. But I was still feeling pretty lousy. A Spanish lady noticed I looked pale and offered me a lift to the next town, Los Arcos, in her car. She’d injured her foot on the camino so had an excuse to drive. I graciously accepted. We sat outside a supermarket for about an hour beforehand waiting for it to open, I didn’t mind at all as long as I had a comfortable seat. She didn’t really speak English and I didn’t really speak Spanish, but we still managed to communicate using hand gestures and a few words. It was actually
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