squeakin' knees, the man marches on

Don's daughter here again.



Can you imagine walking all day and resting your weary bones here? ...And this is one of the more luxurious ones.



I spoke with my Dad today. He sounded well and not too worn down by the screaming knees – aparently Ibuprofin is working some magic. He's around 775km into his walk now and will cross into Galicia from Castilla Leon sometime tomorrow.


The Via de la Plata Possee (pictured here) disbanded some time ago. Two members had obligations to return to at home, one chose to walk at a slower pace, and Camino Don marched on. As in life, so in the camino. You cross paths, share experiences and move on in diferent directions or at diferent speeds.

About 5 days ago, our hero fell in step with yet another German man (there seem to be more Germans in Spain than Spaniards) and has been walking with him ever since. Wilhelm walks the camino every year and truly cannot remember what number trip he's on now. That's alotta years and probably more kilometers than I'll DRIVE in this lifetime.

Here are some pictures from my Dad's trip that I received yesterday in the mail.