ach die blasen, werden einfach groesser und and stellen...
although today the first miracle happened. somewhere near a fountain another Thomas from Northern Ireland saw my feet and asked me if i wanted a pair of his socks... I looked at him, what was there to loose? Soft wool socks, ahhh the cushioning, they were almost self-walking, well not quite, but it was a lot easier. Tonight i am just outside Estella, where the only palace of the navarre kings is located, a quaint town with narrow streets, lots of poppies again, blue sky, hot in the afternoon. tomorrow a big hill then a downhill racetrack - more blister country. I need a rest. even SHE rested on day 7.
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