Have Joan and Joyce been kidnapped? Where could they be? Um-m-m-m… shopping?
But first we go to the Church of San Juan since it is Sunday. This church was reconstructed brick by brick when the dam flooded the town to build a hydroelectric power plant and they were forced to relocate the city of Portomarine.
We say a little prayer for the other three trudging down the 30 mile path today.
Now we hop into a cozy taxi for a joyride to Melide where we check our group into the albergue. Every Sunday in Melide you will find a fruit, meat and cheese market where farmers bring their produce in to sell. Randy took my camera so I’m stuck with a low-end cell phone camera and Joan’s Ipod to document the day.
Joan and I have the great plan to walk back on the trail to meet the rest of the gang to show support. We walk and walk, but don’t see pilgrims. This can’t be right? We go back, find the right road out-of-town, and wait for them…and wait…and wait… and wait some more.
Finally, after almost every pilgrim has gone by, we finally make radio contact and walk to meet them. The last 10 miles have been brutal and Randy, Bryon and Liz finally limp into town, too tired to take pictures.
Painful feet, blisters and exhaustion dictate the mood tonight.
How about some cheese with that wine?