Walking to the West – Ca’n Picafort, Spain

Chores to do today:

• Move to a cheaper hotel down the street.
• Bring our laundry to the lavenderia for washing.
• Get our feet eaten by fish.
• Take a walk.
• Eat

Jamie really wanted to have a fish “pedicure” and I am not one to deny people pleasure.  I was curious about it myself, so despite the ridiculous price, we tried it.  Essentially, you put your stinky feet in a tank of “Garra Rufa” fish and let them eat away your dead skin.  The brochure describes it as “soothing and relaxing” which might be the biggest lie I have ever read.

Fish Pedicure. That smile of mine is sheer terror.

Jamie loved it.  He was immediately at ease with these disgusting fish tickling and sucking on his feet.  I freaked out, squealing and suffering through it.  In the end, my feet are still gross.

It was a beautiful day. About 70 degrees with a slight breeze.  We set off to the west and found a sandy trail that paralleled the ocean.  We were trying to reach the next town (Puerto de Acudia) but our thirst and fatigue stopped us.  In the end, we walked nine miles.  I was hobbling when we got back home which worries me because when I walk the Camino de Santiago I expect to be walking 10-15 miles a day. I am annoyed by my feet and the fact that while my energy is good, my feet can’t keep up.

We stopped in town to eat and I had the worst French Onion Soup I have ever had plus a side of sauteed mushrooms with a little metal brillo pad thrown in.  Won’t be eating there again.  But, the owner gave us a taste of a Mallorcan liquor as a digestivo.  Tasted like black licorice.

On another note, I have convinced Jamie that walking the entire east coast of the island is a great idea.  So, we will set out on that adventure on Tuesday.