STAGE SEVENTEEN: Boardilla to Carrion de Los Condes

I have found the Maesta far from boring, rumor was today was going to be freezing and raining and it did start out cold. The gang woke me up and I was off with M, Father, and T...they had all had breakfast while I was still packing and the not eating would throw me behind the eight ball quickly, their pace blew my mind and each is about fifteen years older than I am, with that said few people pass me out here and I am told often that my pace is to fast for some. Anyway I walked with them getting to have about a two hour conversation one on one with each. K and A are each having slight injuries that are affecting them, K has a knee injury, I doubt much gets her down so I know it must hurt. A is feeling sick... Being so cold and expecting a long trek in the rain we took off knowing we would all meet up in Carrion (though we had yet to decide the spot). With about one fifth of the trip left we met up K as we walked out of a church, she was doing great on that knee and we walked together into Carrion together. We actually stayed in a different auberge than the rest, it was regrettable as the company was grande but we stayed in a convent run by the sweetest nuns. Men and women were in different rooms, there was nice spacing in the beds and it was nice to be in a huge room where about fifteen beds were steins the perimeter facing into the center and it was all women. I loved the conversation and find I have always been in crowds of men vs women and enjoyed this night a lot. Two French women probably about ten years older than I am are walking with their mother who is eighty! In the morning mom would be waiting for them ready to go. This was the first nap I took arriving into Carrion...when I woke up I was nauseated from the lack of food. While I loved my company today I desperately need to stay true to myself and if I want to stop and eat and drink I need to prioritize myself, I've been great about this but not today. I will prioritize this tomorrow and walk by myself. K and I went to the only restaurant open in town ( they all siesta here from like two to five), I paid heavily for them to be open but had I not eaten I was about to pass out. We then went to the grocery store and waited for it to open (siesta) and bought some stuff to make a dinner. This would be the first time I did this here and it was real enjoyable. We made a pasta, tomato and squash dish and it was perfect. Then pretty much off to bed...