September 20, 2018
It was a rough night at the church of Santa Maria. The albergue had been remodeled, but there were forty-something beds and they were all in two big rooms that were only partly separated. There was more noise than usual and in the middle of the night, the man in the bunk above Enrique fell out of bed with a loud thud. Fortunately, he wasn’t hurt, but it was hard to go back to sleep after that.
People started stirring early, before five, which was strange because the door was locked until six, so a lot of people sat around waiting for the nun to unlock the door. I didn’t even want to think about what that would mean if there was a fire.
We left a little after six and had a long 16-mike trek through an area called the maseta. This area is flat, flat, flat with wheat fields on both sides and an occasional sunflower field. For miles, I walked and looked down the road that just seemed to stretch on forever.
Our destination is a town called Terradillos de los Templarios. It’s small, with not much to it except two albergues. Our albergue, Jacques de Molay, is like a little town on its own with a restaurant, bar, little store and an outside garden area, where we sat and relaxed for several hours in the afternoon and into the evening. The only thing it doesn’t have is wi-fi, so I’ll have to
post this tomorrow. Our room has only five beds here, and they are single beds, not bunks.
But the big news is that we have hit the halfway point! Today we completed 17 stages, with 16 left. It was hard to imagine reaching this point when we started our journey.