I struggle through the dirt. I feel weak. It occurs to me that I’m probably dehydrated. I could pass out. If I do, who knows how long it would be before anyone would find me. I keep moving on, one step in front of the other. Another Camino lesson – Just keep going, one step in front of the other. What else can I do?

When I get to Lorca, they immediately give me water and tell me to sit down. After a rest, the host leads me to a room on the first floor, commenting that she doesn’t think I can make it to the second. I don’t either.