This morning I left with no breakfast other than the baked goods in my back pack. I was hoping for a hot drink in Castrojeriz but alas, no bars were open. I trudged on out of town with the others. I feel I must be the slowest one because soon I am the last in a long line of peregrinos. I am walking all be but I am happy. With my sticks, my backpack, my pockets etc, I finally struggle to get my headphones in my ears. I eat the croissant I bought yesterday. It is dry and horrible. I stick the rest of it into my jacket. Maybe it will get better as I get hungrier. 

I stop a couple of times, mainly to remove layers for temperature management before struggling up this hill. It’s a steep hill. It reminds me of the climb to Orisson but feels easier than 3 weeks ago. Am I fitter? I get into a rhythm and step by step I am soon at the top with a commanding view of the lie of the land. A good point in old days to watch for an invading enemy force. It’s a short walk across the top before a steep descent. I now descend more easily than I did in Roncevalles. I zig zag across the oath like I’m skiing and my poles support my feet in opposite directions. 

Soon, I have walked 10 km and I am at the town of Itega de Vega. Several bars are open and they are competing for business. This is unusual. Anyway, I head off to the third bar, assuming it is less crowded than the others. They had a kitchen on offer with bacon and eggs fry up. Yes! A caliente desayuno! I saw Sylvia. She’s walking with Kim from Switzerland and Kim, a South Korean pilgrim. I had my fry up and left town. I was headed to Boadilla.

Up till then my feet felt good. But I started to feel a squishiness in my boot. Uh-oh. Still it didn’t hurt and I continued to march on, but decided I would go no further than Boadilla today. Besides, I wanted to stay at the Albergue En El Camino. I had good reports of Eduardo.

Eduardo is such a flirt. But he is a gracious host and this albergue is a lively one to stop at. It’s the first albergue where I stepped in ready to present my credencial, passport and money and he says after your shower. It makes all the difference to feeling welcomed. (But don’t think you can pull a fast one. I’m sure Eduardo remembers who’s paid and who hasn’t.)

He shows us the room and I pick a lower bunk bed. The shower is nice. I was the third pilgrim in. I met Mike and David, the latter turning out to be a blog writer (NeverLostForWords) I’m also following on WordPress. I think it’s cool. We head out for a lovely beer and some food in the restaurant/garden. Eduardo, his brother Pedro and their parents have done a great job. For a Saturday afternoon, the place is humming with people coming and going. Local townsfolk turn up for lunch looking very well dressed amongst the smelly and sweaty pilgrims. 

It’s a great place to chill. And though the wifi is crap, I forgive them because the place was wonderfully chillaxing. A word of caution on the evening meal – it’s not great. Might be better to get a plato combinado instead. What is this? Well, you order bits of your favourite and they combine it into one plate.

Otherwise, great albergue!

Did I check out Boadilla? Nope. 

Pedro is a doppelganger for someone else i know.

Eduardo – main host. looks in no way like Pedro. One so pale, one so dark. one with hair, one without.
Fantastic sculptures to admire whilst tiu hang your washing up. Great sun!
A view of the church from the albergue.