September 17, 2018
Pilgrim dinner last night was interesting. About 12 of us from all over sitting at a long table enjoying paella and wine. Two pilgrims are from Gatineau, Canada, Jessie’s boyfriend’s home town. One of them, the man, kept saying he liked Americans, but I’m not so sure about that. One time he said he liked all Americans, except one, the leader. That was the first political statement I’ve heard on this whole journey.
The morning routine in the albergue was comical this morning. We were all tending to our feet with ointments and tape and Compeed, the Spanish version of moleskin. Seems like everyone is having problems, although my blisters were a little better today.
We had a short walk of 13 miles today. Luckily, we had made a reservation at an albergue last night for this town because the albergue was full when we got here and we got here before it opened. We already made a reservation for tomorrow night. The albergues we’ve been staying in the past few nights are private, smaller, quieter, generally older people than in the municipal albergues. This albergue has large dorm rooms, but single beds instead of bunk beds.
As we walked into town, we had a beautiful view of the church and an old castle on a hill overlooking town. We encountered a tour group from England walking through the town. One woman in the tour told me they were following the Camino route, but on a bus. She said they all felt guilty as they drove by pilgrims walking on the road this morning. Then the tour leader, a young guy, came over to talk to me. He whispered to me that he had to take the group slowly through town because they were all in their 60s and 70s. I told him I was in my 60s and he couldn’t believe it. I told him anyone can do Camino.😀 And then at our albergue we met a 75-year old man.
Today is the two-week mark of our journey. Hard to believe. Walking and doing laundry for 14 days.