Peggi recorded twenty seven point eight miles today on her “Move” app, walking from Honillas to Boadilla. It takes a while to do walk that far. We set the alarm for six thirty, had breakfast and got on the Camino at 7:45. We didn’t get here until seven tonight and we grabbed the last room at a hotel where the shower stall looks like the thing the bass player in Spinal Tap got stuck in. They served a Pilgram’s dinner in the dining room of bean soup, potato soup, pan fried Hake and flan with wine.
We had stopped a few times along the way for coffee, juice and apples. I had some aged sheep cheese in my backpack, all sweaty and stinky. It went great with the rest of the day old bread that was in there.
We’re now in the Meseta region, wide open, rolling hills and a few mountains to climb over, all in full sun. The snow covered Picos de Europa are visible to the right, the north, and we had no cell service for most of the day. That was kind of nice.
Along the way we stopped at an old Pilgram’s hospital called San Nicolás. An elderly man was tending the place and he told us it was run by the Knights of Malta, the old police force of the Camino. He asked where we were from (in Spanish) and we said, “Nuevo York.” He said, “Americanos.” And then added, “Troomp,” with a laugh. Peggi said, “Payaso,” (clown in Spanish) and the guy laughed heartily.
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