Day Five. 16.2 K. 10 Mi.

Written on May 4, 2014.

Today when I woke up I knew what I was trying to deny. Walking, for me, is not a good idea. I know that each day I am feeling more and more sick. I decided to take a shuttle to the next large city while everyone else is walking. Kathy decided she wanted to stay with me. Soon Batista was transporting us and our backpacks to Ponte De Lima, the oldest town in Portugal. My energy level was so low that walking was not an option. Therese of Hotel D. Nuno made most of the arrangements. Her gifts of sandwiches, fruit, and water will always be in our hearts.

When we arrived in Ponte De Lima our rooms were not ready. We took the next logical step and headed for the nearest medical facility. It wasn't far, but not easy to make my way up the hill….all the time wondering what they will be able to do for me. The Doctor evaluated my symptoms and immediately put me on a vaporizer mask. The steam helped my throat. Kathy was there every inch of the way. I am so grateful that she was there. At one point she was carrying both of our day packs and keeping track of what to do next. She is an Angel that I didn't have to go far to find. At the end of the treatment the Doctor told me that I have a virus. I noticed that one of the three medications that we had to pick up at the pharmacy were for the flu. By the time we got back to the hotel we were able to get into the room.

This is a sculpture close to the hotel.

The view from our room.

The bridge over Rio Lima.

Beautiful Knight on horse sculpture near the bridge.