So the "hippie alburgue" after some misgivings turned out to be quite good. Never judge a book by its cover! You paid by donation, dinner and breakfast came with. The dinner was great, (la Rioja seems to be famous for 2 things, it's wine and chorizo, we missed the chorizo festival by a day much to Blair's chagrin)had the best bean and chorizo soup at this alburgue, dinner also included salad, baked potatoes and zucchini. The wine came out after the meal. The house was an OLD row house so windows on each end so no windows in the room, only 4 beds to a room, so it was dark and quiet, nice.
Peace out! Sharon getting ready to leave.
We didn't stay for breakfast and were up and out by 6:30 walking by the light of the moon. And of course, we are never alone :)
Alone. For at least a short time. Heading out from Granon 6:30am.
EVERY town has it's Calle Major.
So we have moved into Castilla y Leon province.
One of the thousands of different doors we have seen. We think maybe a book on the "Doors of the Camino".
You would think Spain is just Spain, no, there are distinct provinces and don't you dare assume a Spaniard is a Spaniard, the provinces are very distinct in culture.
More Camino graffiti.
Today's walk was like walking down and up grid roads in Saskatchewan and we we wanted to walk further but Sharon hit a wall at 26.5 km and we ended up at Villefranca, the next town is 12.5 km over a mountain ( well mountain is relative but it is a climb).
Peregrinos sometimes make their own paths.
And this is where a Camino moment happens,( and there are lots) rounding a corner we saw this large old building which turns out to be a 12th century monastery turned into a combination alburgue/hotel very nice.
Our Albergue. Entrance to the dorms is over the bridge in the background.
Bushed! Beers! Better...
Three beers later we are sitting on the lawn watching the clothes dry, soaking in still more Vitamin D resting our sore feet. Our bodies are willing but our feet yell at us every time we put our trail shoes on...only 20 more days to go.
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I can relate the the foot screams. It seems that regardless of the cardio/strength prep, someone forgot to tell the nerves in the bottom of the feet. When we finally stopped walking our feet swelled to a couple of shoe sizes larger as if to punish up for the walk. Today, after four days, they have retreated to their normal size.
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