A cool but dry day, so ideal for walking. If we’d been near the ocean I’d describe it as marine cloud. The scenery was the usual trudge through the light industrial areas of the city, and then into farm land. The large solar panel arrays were not generating much, and the wind turbines on both sides of us were not budging.
The downer of the day was losing one of my walking poles without realizing that it had slipped out of its holder on my back pack. Most likely it fell off in the short section of overgrown path, otherwise I’d have heard it clatter on the road. On the upside, it was great to be walking with Susan and not a random peregrino that fate had decided to pair you with!
Tonight’s albergue is the cheapest so far, but with no hot water and seemingly a DIY cleaning service, it’s not worth any more than the 5€ being charged. I inducted Susan into the via routine of eating our main meal at a “lunchtime” of 2pm – the normal Spanish menu del dia of 3 courses, a bottle of wine between us, and espresso to finish before heading back to the albergue for a siesta (or Spanish yoga as some refer to it as). Dinner is a lighter affair, usually composed of whatever the local store has – and in these small towns (villages) it can sometimes be slim pickings. But that’s better than waiting for the Spanish dinner time, which starts at 8pm at the earliest and results in going to bed immediately after a big dinner.
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