Here are some more photos before my journaling continued. In between with the cold and the machine-routine. The longest worm I can remember seeing with my hiking boots surrounding it (foot pic), a shell of the camino on a church before the Alto del Perdón; Alisa and I at Puente la Reina; Ko, the Korean, putting spicy Korean paste on his olives. It was delicious, but I like olives just plain as well. Some fun memories from the way.
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