I was getting ready to write a post yesterday after a long walk from San Juan de Ortega through Burgos to Tardajos. Then two women walked in who’ve been matching my cadence since the first day in Saint-Jean-Pied-de-Port.
I’d seen one of them the night before, and we wondered whether we’d see the other again. I was about to start a load of laundry when they walked in, and since I was next in line for the washing machine, I invited them to share the machine. They returned the favor by buying me my next beer.
After catching up, we had dinner at the albergue, along with some friends they’d made over the last few days. It was a fun evening. I’d been in a foul mood since an absolutely horrible dinner at the previous night’s dump of an albergue, so it was a morale boost that I really needed.
Tonight I’m in a village called Castrojeriz. The albergue is rustic without being charming, if that makes sense. I didn’t have the impression that I wanted to eat dinner there. I may have backed myself into a corner because I’m now seeing not much else is open. I’m hoping it’s just a siesta. If all else fails, I still have a lot of peanuts in my pack.
