Reliegos

We’ve got our routine here – up before dawn, quick snack before hitting the road, followed by something a bit more substantial a few miles down the road. Today, as a change of pace from the lukewarm Spanish Omelette and prepackaged croissants we treat ourselves to smoothies. Still lukewarm, but the food pyramid here skips the middle layer so any fruit or vegetable is a bit of a treat.

It’s another scorcher today – 25 degrees above normal for this time of year – but this part of the trail is reasonably well treed so just when you feel like you can’t go any further, a patch of shade is usually not too far in the distance.

I notice a lot of puzzling signs on our travels and often wonder what sequence of events led the powers that be to decide some visual guidance was is order. One would think not filling a drinking glass from a urinal was common knowledge but, lo and behold, there is a sign warning against that in the Paris airport. Likewise, since there is a village every few miles here with at least one functioning bathroom, why do people need to be told not to poop on the trail and walk away? Quite the conundrum indeed, and all I can say is that while I try to work it out in my mind, I am definitely paying closer attention to where I step.