Are we there yet?

Our third day walking and we hurt a little all over and a lot in certain spots. Jill has blisters and I just have aching legs. As we approached Astorga on our last mile, a young Asian hiker asked me if I was alright. I must have been walking like an old lady. I wanted to ask for a piggy back ride the rest of the way but thought better of it. 

When we hit the outskirts we were revived by the elixir of Spain. 

This alburgue is not the finest. It is old but not quaint, a little too vintage. We will survive. Our German roomie Hubert will be a legend in the near distant future. I think Jill has a secret crush. 

These are Hubert's boots. Can you smell them?