Too much road walking:
There were some watch-your-step, steep, rocky downs and ups, to be sure, so it wasn't all a slog.
I think these might be sloe, of interest to John Anderson and other gin drinkers (maybe)!
Mountains still around for viewing:
But so much tamer than on previous stages:
This is San Isidro, patron saint of farmers, way up high in his cell (?)
Could not get out of Oix fast enough, but had to wait until the deep rumble of thunder and the downpour stopped—they were quick—which happened, much to my relief, before there was enough light to get going anyway. What really bothered me was the air in the room. It was so foul, it burned the eyes. There was a filthy version of an "air conditioner" mounted near the ceiling, that made a horrible noise but did not do any perceptible air circulating, and from which, every 15 minutes or so, a tiny puff of cool air was emitted.
Walking felt good today for the first time in a while. Either the swollen leg is less swollen or I am used to it. After a bad fall (two, actually) due to boot becoming entangled in some undergrowth and then, in Besalu, due to not seeing a curb, that due to of being utterly engrossed in eating real ice cream. I am beyond amazed that I have not broken a limb, but there are three more days of walking for that to happen, God forbid.
Mountains are now scenery rather than the path:
Tree trunk that made me think of a giraffe's neck:
House readying for the day:
A stand of three cyprus:
Arrived in Besalú by noon but baggage was still back in Oix. After some back-and-forthing with Cristina, we arranged for it to be delivered by 3:00. So off I went from very nice hotel, very very nice, to see some of the sights of the town among which is a miniature museum. Yes, is a museum of miniatures, but the museum itself is pretty small. Some of the exhibit has miniatures that are so miniature that you have to look at them through a microscope. My favourite among the collection of microscopics was this ant on a high wire:
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