This was a day of mixed terrain and roller coaster emotions. Very much as I thought the Camino might be.
Some of the landscape was rolling and wooded, some was skirting the noisy autopista. Looking back now the scenery gets better along this Way.
We got to a point where sore feet and back and a sense that we were done in for the day drove us into a tiny pueblo bar to see if a taxi hop to our next stop was possible. Just as we found the answer was yes, in strolled boisterous David from Ottowa Canada in search of the same. He was on the Camino with his 18 year old daughter who apparently preferred partying with new found friends than hanging with Dad so David was none too pleased and needed some comeraderie. We agreed to share a taxi and in this chapter all was fine.
The small hostal (more like a rural B&B) we stayed in was quaint, quiet, and warm…small bar downstairs, our own bathroom – needed for blisters and sore muscles – and a yummy pilgrims dinner. A bit like a Swiss chalet. Ruth and pasta marinara are good buddies now! Somehow David found us as he was doing the “albergue thing” every night and staying down the road. He invited himself for a glass of wine…at this point his company was at least entertaining as he regaled us with stories of raising organic chickens (vegetables with feet?). Stay tuned though on this one.
Living La Vida Loca 