But so much tamer than on previous stages:
Could not get out of Oix fast enough, but had to wait until the deep rumble of thunder and the downpour stopped—they were quick—which happened, much to my relief, before there was enough light to get going anyway. What really bothered me was the air in the room. It was so foul, it burned the eyes. There was a filthy version of an “air conditioner” mounted near the ceiling, that made a horrible noise but did not do any perceptible air circulating, and from which, every 15 minutes or so, a tiny puff of cool air was emitted.
Walking felt good today for the first time in a while. Either the swollen leg is less swollen or I am used to it. After a bad fall (two, actually) due to boot becoming entangled in some undergrowth and then, in Besalu, due to not seeing a curb, that due to of being utterly engrossed in eating real ice cream. I am beyond amazed that I have not broken a limb, but there are three more days of walking for that to happen, God forbid.
Mountains are now scenery rather than the path:
House readying for the day:









