Very odd day. It's very hot here--we don't even pay attention to the thermometer, we just walk on and on. Last night we had stopped in a small town north of Pamploma (see later re running with the bulls!), Trinidad de Arre, so we started out this morning earlier than usual because we thought we would have to bypass Pamplona due to their 2-week festival. We arrived at the city just in time to walk though the center of town. Simply a disaster area of leftover detritus from the morning's running of the bulls. In addition to all the junk on the streets and the municipal folks trying to literally hose down the place, revelers continued to revel in various ways--soon replaced by families with young children--everyone dressed in white with red sashes. Quite the spectacle.
During the day, Karin and a wide variety of kind people offered me a large range of remedies--to no avail. I finally agreed to see a doctor, so we took a taxi back to Pamplona; the city was still in high gear. Long story short, an incredibly kind doctor, aided by a nurse who valiantly translated, diagnosed a bone spur. He prescribed an anti-inflammatory, patted me many times, said that resting my foot would not help, but that medicine and 3 pair of socks might give me some relief.
Karin and I talked and cried over and over again--and came up with many contingencies. Tomorrow, I will take public transportation (taking booth backbacks) to the next destination. I will take the meds to see what happens. And we will decide from there. Of course I am deeply disappointed, and I don't know what the future brings--but then we never know--part of the pilgrimage. Brave words, but sad heart!
The woman here Cizur Menor pilgrims' hostel is phenomenal; she kindly and proficiently takes care of all issues, fixing blistered feet, retying boots, arranging transportation, speaking many languages--truly an angel and a diamond.