I Would Walk 1000 Miles

There’s not a lot to say about the walk today, mainly as the road I followed seemed to divert around all the towns instead of through them. Also, my feet hurt more than I can describe. I hit my mileage target and - I will be honest - caught a bus into the centre of Turin. I had to walk another three miles from there to get to Giuliana’s place where I was made at home before she left to visit some friends. Now, I know what a bidet is actually for but I used it to douse my feet in cold water. Even with my boots off, they are agony. Feet up, feet down, legs crossed, uncrossed… doesn’t matter. Huge amounts of pain. On the upside I have accommodation for at least two nights in Turin should I require it - this has been sorted. On the downside, I don’t know if that will be long enough for my feet to heel up. And when they do, how long they’ll last before breaking down again. I have three blisters on my left foot and two on my right, and the arches seem to have vanished. I swear my left is swollen as well. I’ll confess that morale is very low right now. The walking is taking a physical toll and being by myself for so many miles is really messing with my head, mainly from the boredom. Any offers to join me to give me some company would be more welcome than I can put into words. So I’m a day ahead of target, but by the time I leave Turin I will be at least one day behind due to my feet.