Jen no longer had any breaks so once we finally found the carreterta (road) we couldn't ride anyway. Walked forever & pushed our bikes to a town (which is a joke. It's like calling the McClelland Dairy a town just because it has a tractor, 2 people and a house). Anyway, walked into this cafe absolutely freezing (because yes, it's still raining) and we found some awesome Spanish guys who were walking the camino. They said we looked the way they felt an hour ago. CAlled another taxi. 2 showed up. 1 for us plus Spanish guy with blistered feet and 1 for the bikes. The taxi took us to a bike shop where we dropped off Jen's bike and my shoes. After stopping at approximately 6 refugios, we ended up at a 3 star hotel which was also completo. Making a long, miserable, almost muerto story short...after waiting around for 2 hours (waiting for the bike repairs) there was a cancellation and they gave us a room. I'll fix this posting later because there are so many details I'm leaving out that made this day truly awful, it needs to be documented. I'm not tucked into bed and
calling this a day!!!