Los Arcos, Spain

We got another early start to beat the heat because we would walk about 13 1/2 miles. We are making friends now as we walk. We ran into an Englishman as we picked our way out of town, and he walked a while with us. It was his third time walking the Camino. We separated when I needed to stop for a break. We hiked a ways with a Swiss man, and Norm talked wine and beer with him as I trotted to keep up. We stopped twice for cold drinks, and once for lunch. I wore my boots again because my feet were healing but my feet were pretty sore by the end of the day. I think sandals win over boots. We arrived in Los Arcos by 4, and luckily found a double room but it was the last one in this pension. The town was crowded because they were anticipating an event, the running of the Bulls. Most of the shops were closed so getting supplies was tough, and no one was going to serve dinner until 8:30. We decided to hang around and see the bull run. They released them in the streets while all the tourists and town folk were safely behind wooden gates. We only saw about three bulls that were clearly outnumbered by the valiant runners in red and white. After a time, we tired of the spectacle so went looking for food. We found a bar serving tapas and made a dinner of that. We were joined by a merry pilgrim group who were also making the best of the night. We settled in early because the crowded streets were more of a battle than the Bulls were!