I'm posting this from Bilbao, a lovely city. We arrived here a bit early, because DH fell on a wet and rocky trail. Apparently we aren't meant to make it to Santiago this trip.
He has a fractured tibia. (Correction: it's his fibula--that's the thin bone at the back.)
Moral of the story: you never know what lessons the Camino will give.
After this happened on the way into Deba, we trained to Bilbao and found a place at Pension Manoli. We were so worn out that we took a three hour nap when we arrived. Today, after a good night's sleep, we went to the urgent care clinic. Then to the hospital. There we learned that it was a trip ending injury.
Part of the Camino is accepting what comes. Various local people have been wonderful. Perhaps next year we can return to Bilbao and resume our pilgrimage to Covadonga, Oviedo, and Santiago.