One week on the trail, the blisters are drying, now the feet get tired, the heat has kicked in. We can see the grain ripen, while walking. the color changes from lush green to a touch of yellow. the vieyards have started, we see green cherries and grapes.
I found a perfect walking stick, made new friends from Italy, Germany, Argentine. It´s now a handful of people that recognize each other, walk and talk for a bit, separate, to meet again in the evening.
Vamonos!
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