Next stop, fish shop. Did you say fish shop? Why, yes, I did. In two days Rob will be taking cheeses and olives for a trip to New Zealand. It’s not the first – or second – or even third time we have done this. We are now pros at finding discarded polystyrene boxes and freezing a bottle of water to keep said cheeses cool for two days of travelling. The friendly fishmonger rinsed out the boxes and refused any payment.
Next stop: supermarket to buy anti-bed-bug spray.
As soon as we arrived at the apartment Rob went crazy with the spray can and we started the ritual of hot washing E.V.E.R.Y.T.H.I.N.G. I was already in the process of washing all my gear as I have been struggling with a rash all over my face and periodically stinging watery eyes for the past two weeks. Yesterday I suddenly realised it might be an allergic reaction to the washing powder we used when we had a washing machine and so I bought a sweatshirt yesterday so that I could get the infected clothing away from my face, and started washing and rinsing and rinsing and rinsing some more.
Last job was to find a Victory Dinner Restaurant. On the way we discovered a favourite memory from our Portuguese camino:
We bumped into camino friends as we wandered around and the guys had a beer on the Plaza Mayor and we wandered some more and stopped to listen to street musicians while we waited for our chosen restaurant to open.
Distance: 15km but it doesn’t count towards the total.