It looks like we can’t make all of our 4 knees work at the same time, for some reason.

Today it was me who got the short end of the stick. After lunch, what started out as a normal feeling of soreness or strain blossomed into a painful series of jolts every time I tried to raise my left leg.

It looked exactly like what Laura has suffered in ber left knee since a few days. The funny thing is, as soon as Laura felt better, I started to feel worse. Same leg, same knee, same symptoms. I guess this is what married life is about. Sharing is caring.

The walk today was quite alright, from a scenery point of view. We went through some beautiful wooded areas, nice towns and ugly roads.

We even crossed a bridge that had the smallest of rooms on the outside of the paved road for pedestrian traffic. I’m not going to lie: it was a long bridge and, if you are afraid of heights like I am, not a pleasant experience at all.

The morning went fairly well, we walked smoothly and arrived at our midday objective right on time, at 1 PM.

I thought we had it in the bag by then. Laura was feeling well, I was alright. “We must have overcome the worst of it”, I thought to myself. I could already see Santiago in my head: first the descent from Monte do Gozo and then the final kilometers before Praza do Obradoiro.

At that point, the Camino decided to teach me a further lesson in humility by inflicting such annoying pain on me and my knee.

Now I don’t really know what to expect tomorrow. The stage is going to be a tough one, with many ups and downs. Going downhill was very painful this afternoon – this is why I’m feeling weary of what will come.

It ain’t over until it’s over, however.

I hope that a nice dinner will help repair my strained knee, and keep us walking for another day.