Sep 9, 2008 - Pressure!

Tonight I am in El Acebo. It´s a beautiful little town filled with stone houses. It was a long, steep walk downhill to get here. I planned to go further but my traveling companions of the past few days, with little arm twisting, encouraged me to stay. A few of them are in a lot of pain and couldn´t go further. There are three Italians and two Spainiard in the group. A French Canadian guy sometimes joins us. The conversations are fabulous. They are a mix of French, English, Italian and Spanish. Somehow it all works out well. No one seems to...