Arzua, our last watering hole before Santiago

We made it to Arzua, our last stop before we set off on our victory sprint to Santiago. We toyed with the idea of continuing on to Santiago today, but decided against it as we entered Arzua. This was our scheduled stop, and we wisely chose to take it. Checked into our hotel we are now enjoying a bit of a beer and just realized that leaving Madrid seems like ages ago, while we only left last Saturday.

Frans had a minor crash today, see bloody knee photo. It is nothing serious. If you ask me it is God's way of telling him that he should not have taken as many short-cuts on the Camino as he has. At one point Frans calls me explaining that he accidentally took the wrong turn, I guess the yellow markers were not obvious enough. Consequently Frans awaits me, feet-up on a terrace as I arrive just after completing the most horrific and muddy stretch of the actual Camino. Need I say more. But God is forgiving, it was only a warning, a mere flesh wound. So mom and dad of Frans: He is OK.

We find ourselves having beers on a terrace right on the busiest street of Arzua. So after we finish up here we will see if we can find something more in line with our mood: Chill.

More tomorrow, as we embark on our finish to Santiago.

Hasta la próxima
Douwe


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