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| Talking into Town |
We began walking today at eight o'clock, our latest start so far. This felt wonderful at the time, but we paid the price in the heat, covering over twenty-four kilometers (15+ miles).
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| Free WiFi |
We baked in the mid-day sun as we made our way through a succession of Spanish hill towns. In each, we made it a point to stop for awhile in the shade. One open alcove, directly off the Camino, provided a vending machine and free Wifi. It was an easy decision to enter. Small bars were also a welcome sight.
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| Marked Gate |
As has become common, we had the opportunity to talk to many different people during the walk and at watering holes. Piecing together a worldly perspective happens by default; empathy is the common language.
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| A Splash of Yellow |
Many pilgrims have been making advance reservations at albergues. Some have their entire trip planned out from start to finish. This is a reasonable approach. We never know which albergue, or town for that matter, we are going to stay in for the night.
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| Full House |
At Villatuerta, we entered Casa Magica. The shelter had thirty beds. We acquired the twenty-sixth and twenty-seventh, respectively. Close call. How can one feel that moment of elation if events are predetermined? I am learning to trust the magic carpet of the Camino.
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| R and R |
After checking in, the attendant presented the features of the albergue. Our eyes were directed to a modest pool and a set of hammocks. After a shower, I slipped into the latter, wrote for a time then took a short nap. I was woken at seven thirty to partake in a three-course pilgrim meal. We ate and chatted at the common tables while our laundry dried on the line.
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| Tight Quarters |
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