John's boot situation had been getting worse; tape on the bottom was coming off on the very rocky paths and the tear in the worn through sole was getting worse. We needed a real shoe repair and we couldn't wait hours for it at the start of another 15 mile day. We also needed money as there are banking riots here and fears the banks could shut down. And a pharmacy. But opening hours in Spain are iffy.
Well, we started walking out of Ponteferrada at 9, looking for all of the above with some vague directions from our hotel, and stopped into the large church- which had an English mass going on for a group of Australian pilgrims on a bus tour. So of course we had to stay, even though we had another long day ahead.
Afterward, a shopkeeper sent us to one shoe repair place that didn't open til 10am (and actually did open 15 min late) where the repairman looked at John's boot and said he could do nothing. As we were leaving he mentioned a "zapaterria" around the corner. Thinking that might be a shoe store with "shoe goo" for a makeshift repair, off we went. Of course it was this little key cutting shop that also did shoe repairs. The proprietor took one look, said "no problema" and demanded both boots for patches that took 5 minutes!
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