We’re staying in Castrojerez until my leg feels better. Not a bad place to be holed up for a few days.
I went to a local masseuse, a man in his 70’s who was recommended by the hotel where we’re staying. He had a massage table in an anteroom just inside the front door to his house. I showed him where my leg hurt. He poked around for a few seconds, grunted knowingly, and dug his thumbs into the tendons and muscles around my foot. More suffering on the Camino. When he was done, he said that he thought I would be good to go tomorrow, “manana, creo que si.”
We’ll see.
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