Yesterday was a good day of walking. Almost no pain except down those steep Roman roads out of a hilltop walled town:
I was walking in my shorts because it was in the eighties with no cloud in the sky! Gorgeous but hot, I was having flashbacks of Honduras. And I didn’t do a good job with my sunblock. I’m embarrassed to say the backs of my legs are really burned. They look worse than they feel, but they look bad. What a difference from being cold and wet in France!
My favorite part of the …