It is 3 PM On Thusday, September 13 and I am in Villafranca which is about 130 km past Leon.

I have had no internet access since Monday night when I think that I mentioned that I was having some problems with my left leg. The problem has persisted and has gotten worse to the point this morning when I left Molinaseca to walk the 27 km to here, that I might not be able to continue without perhaps taking a few days break to rest the leg or even to take a bus to the 100 km mark and then hobble the last bit to Santiago.

In any event I managed to slowly improve during the day and some Spaniards told me about a cream and a spray to buy at a pharmacy that was very helpful. It turns out that I have tendinitis in the area just above my left foot leading in to the area towards the knee. It was the long uphill to the Cruz de Ferro (where I lightened my load by leaving a small stone from home) followed by the 4 hour downhill under very difficult conditions to Molinaseca that exacerbated the mdical problem. Tomorrow is a very tough day with the big climb to El Cebreiro and then the long downhill to Sarria.

So in summary, I am going to continue with Day 21 tomorrow and I have 182 km to go to Santiago.

Day 18: Hospital de Orbigo to Rabanal: 37 km
Day 19: Rabanal to Molinaseca: 27km
Day 20: Molinaseca to Villafranca: 29 km
Tomorrow: Villafranca to El Ceberio: 26 km all uphill!!!

Got to give up the machine. Will try to write some more.

Love to you both!

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