The light at sunrise was very cool. We left the Municipal Albergue around 6:15 and the sun came up shortly after. Azofra's albergue was nice, modernized to include one of those cold water foot pools which are so nice at the end of a hot day and rooms that slept 2 instead of 32. I got a great night's sleep.
For some reason, today's walk was hard for me. It was over 29 kilometers...a little over 18 miles, but there wasn't much elevation gain. I kept looking at the landscape ahead of me, willing my legs to move faster, but they simply refused. Plodding. We went through the town of Cirueña...a ghost town but for the golf course. There are apartment buildings but no one lives in them. I saw a sign there for a bar...Jacob's Bar, and I was licking my lips at the thought of a cafe con leche. But after walking a couple of blocks up the sidewalk with no sign of life, Francine and I turned around and returned to the Camino. We walked all the way to Santo Domingo de la Calzada for that coffee. The town was celebrating The Blessing of the Bread, where young women carry baskets of bread that is baked with some sort of imprint, and hand the slices out to the locals and businesses.
We also walked through Grañón, which was small and friendly. A heavy set Spanish man sat in the sun at the edge of town, making sure Pilgrims stayed on the path.
We are tucked into the Albergue Bideluze in Castledelgado. The owners are warm and friendly and the albergue is one of the nicest we have stayed in. The house is spotless, there's a garden, and the owner is also the chef. I saw beef stew and flan on the Pilgrim meal menu and I'm hungry! One new blister...blast!
I love your picture of little brother ass.
ReplyDeleteCute isn't he?
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