Today we left earlier, around 7:20 in the morning. We passed by the church of Santa Maria La Real and then we walked by the beach until we got the town Getaria which we all called Rat Island, because of its shape. Up until there is the walk was flat and easy. Then we stopped in to Getaria for tea and breakfast with a few of the other pilgrims. As we left the town we started to go up hill and we had to choose between two routes. One route one along the beach while the other one went into the hills a bit further. I chose the hillier route without knowing I had made a decision. I walked by the Ermita de Santa Barbara. From there I passed through Askizu and Zumaia with a few fellow peregrinos I had met previously. I went up and down several hills, many of which reminded me of reviews that I could see in Vermont and New York with farms, paths and the smell of cows. After a while when I had passed some time without seeing other travelers I asked for directions from a few men who offered me a ride, because the map was giving information that contradicted the signs I saw I declined the ride and two hours later I arrived on the road towards Elorriaga and Itziar. Finally, I arrived in Deba around noon.
Once in Deba, I was about to go down the elevator that they had outside to help people down the hill, when a man from Catalunya stopped me and decided to help me by talking to me for 20 to 30 minutes about his family and people and in Andalucia that I should meet and how Barcelona plays much better football than Madrid because Barcelona place with an artform where as Madrid plays by brute force. Finally he let me walk down to the tourist office where I was given a key to the hostel. I spent the rest of the afternoon washing my laundry in a mixed load with other people, trying to find Becky, eating lunch, walking down to the beach, wandering around the small town, and hanging out on the patio is Becky played music.
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