We spent the rest of day fifteen in Santiago, but that's not the end of the story.
By the end of the day, my ankle had swollen and was causing considerable pain. We iced it some more, I took more Advil, and was glad that I only had to get on airplanes from here on out. We were tempted to stop at the pharmacy above ...
Estelle woke up in the middle of the night with what seemed to be food poisoning -- she guessed it came from the unrefrigerated tuna empanadas she ate yesterday in O Pedrouzo...and is currently taking lots of Pepto-Bismol.
It made for a rather more subdued pair in Santiago, but we're grateful all of this happened in the last day, and not somewhere in the middle of our trek.
It's not an adventure until something goes wrong...
Meanwhile we've heard from some of the friends we met on the trail, and we'll catch up with them today around Santiago.