Allen, Nathan, and The Road to Santiago

Made it into Burgos last night. No sleep the night before. I woke up to a rainy and dark sky and to say the least was not feeling it. Nathan gave me a look of reassurance and like we don´t really have a choice. So there we are making our way out of Santo Domingo and the winds begin to blow hard. Now, I´m not that heavy and the winds were blowing me around a bit, so I had to really steady myself and concentrate which was so difficult because I had not slept. This state of mind added something to the dreamlike landscape I was now slowly making my way through. Open planes, a quiet road, all alone. Out of nowhere I freaked, there was literally a hand on my shoulder! It was Fritz! A 58 year old Holland man whom we had run into now and again along the way, he bicycled right along side for a good while, shielding the wind until I regained my strength. For the next 12 miles Fritz, Nathan, and I rode together, chatted, drank wine, ate dark chocolate and made our way. The wind no longer really bothered me as now there was a new challenge in my path. My right leg began to ache intensely...