I showed the pharmacist my toe and the mess caused by mistreating a blister and asked for an antibiotic cream/ointment. He looked at it carefully, got out gauze, the ointment, scissors, micropore tape and then lifted the counter bit between us, put on gloves and went to work. We could hear his wife call him and when her head came around the corner and she took in the scene, she disappeared, came back with her phone and asked if she could take pictures. As he was finishing up five minutes later, she handed us 3 photos from her printer. Too funny. So, I bought all of the equipment and we set off, overshot the restaurant, had to return as there was nothing else for 18km and enjoyed our eggs and bread, coffee and juice, outside in the sun, watching traffic and most importantly, a bus! Who knew you could travel this camino by bus?😉
We arrived in Zafra at the albergue sponsored by the Amigos de Via de last Plata. The Hospitalera was lovely. When I told her I too was a Hospitalera, she asked if I’d like to take over the next day. Apparently, this season, she had worked 130 days, driving from Sevilla to do so for each two week period. After a rest, we went out for dinner, returning at 9:30 to a locked albergue. We ran the bell and she seemed quite miffed as she thought we had already gone to bed and so had she. Oh well. The next morning, breakfast, of sorts, was laid out but no one was around. A bit strange,but very comfortable and quiet.
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