A perfect walk day
I left our charming Albergue after dealing with a coffee machine that I hadn’t seen before. After poking around for 10 minutes and finding only instant decaf coffee I realized that the pods on the table were not jelly but rather coffee for that foreign machine. The next problem was figuring out how to use the thing. After several pushes and pulls I was successful! From then on I either watched groggy bunkmates fumble with the situation or take pity on them and become the coffee machine engineer.
The other interesting thing about breakfast this morning was that EVERYTHING was located within a tiny circumference. Water, fridge, coffee machine, sink, food, all except the trash which was around the corner and out of sight. I bet that if the hospitalera had a camera she had quite a show every morning what with wandering sleepy pilgrims.
Anyways, I was on the road at 8:04 am with the early morning sun behind me.
We are headed to Padron where we will spend 2 nights (giving ourselves a day without our backpacks). The way was beautiful and not too challenging. Here are some scenes.
So many rivers- which one?
No mistaking which way to go with this guy around.
Grape arbors everywhere. They support their vines this way.
Some hybrid but beautiful sunflower.
After a bit of map fumbling we found our apartment which is just 3 blocks from the camino. We actually have a view of the streams of pilgrims passing by.
This place could use some additions like pots and pans, and glassware. It is not nearly as well appointed as our previous habitations. The worst thing about it though was the lack of hot water. When my brother contacted the owner it was as if the owner expected David to light the gas water heater. The whole dangerous situation was finally resolved while I was out buying beer and wine. Apparently the propane tank was shut off so of course, the water heater wasn’t lit etc. etc. Additionally it took us sometime to locate the WiFi code, but, as you can see, we did.
Dinner last night was a delicious paella served by a handsome young Cuban named Jesus.I guess the nickname “Chewy” isn’t valid here in Spain for Jesus because they look at me with a questionable expression when I use it.
The proprietor of this restaurant is no dummy. He opens at 7:15 instead of waiting til the customary 8. Catches all the famished pilgrims😉








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