I had a tough day. I woke up with vertigo. I was able to walk with poles over the mountain. This is a section that I missed last time.
When I first got to a town called Rabe de la Calzadas, I saw a tiny chapel which was open. I decided to run through my prayers there. I was halfway through the list when feelings for Momma flooded over me. I began to cry for quite a while. When I was finished with my prayers, a nun approached me and asking if I spoke English, began to pray blessing over me. She knew I was in distress and obviously wanted to comfort me. She also gave me a medal to wear of mother Mary saying that my mother was always with me. How appropriate.
As I walked up the steep hill with hiking poles, my vertigo was worse.
There is no road on this trail, and a pilgrim must make the 6 mile walk to the next village. I carefully walked between my polls and prayed. The weather is barely 33° and the wind was blowing strong. I had lost my gloves somewhere, so my hands were freezing. I pulled my extra pair of socks out of my pack and put them on. I wore a buff over my face to cut down on the wind chill. It was a very cold walk.
By the time I reached the village of Hornillos, I was tired dizzy and hungry. I found a very nice place, run by cool hippies, who seemed very intent on helping me. It was there I decided to take a taxi with another pilgrim To the next village.