04 June Azorfa to Granon
Dinner last night was taken in what I think might have been the only real eating place near to our Albergue, there may have been others but I don’t recall seeing any.
A good night’s sleep was gone in what felt like seconds and at about 6am I arose to a chilly overcast morning. I padded as silently as I could down the corridor towards the washroom thinking I was an early riser, then I peered through a slatted window to see Evan and his daughter already on their way down the road. I’m not the first to rise after all.
My foot has not become any more painful than yesterday and I decide not to take any pain-killers, the logic being to see how bad it gets and to stop me masking any serious damage developing.
Washed, dressed and packed we started to file out of our night’s shelter and once again our small army is out foraging for food. A breakfast of coffee and toast soon followed, and the day’s walking began around 7:15am.
We are soon into the countryside once more, and we continue as in previous days to make our way westwards.
The scenery is in it’s final stages of transformation from endless vineyards to a vista of grasses, cereal crops and flowers. I wonder if the vineyards will reappear.
Not too long into the walking I fall into conversation with these guys. It’s a bit of a torturous happy experience because of language problems, but between us, with a mixture of English, Spanish, Italian and German I learn that at least one of them has been or will be at the Edinburgh Tattoo.
Not to be undone by the flowers that follow us everywhere the earth itself keeps us entertained in the form of more ascents and descents. Although the hills are nothing like previous days I am still grateful for the sweet serenading songbirds that seem to pull me upwards.
We reach a small town called Ciruena. It’s a strange place and a feel and air of desertion fills parts of it. Rows upon rows of houses and apartments stand side-by-side with obviously occupied houses. Indeed, the busiest place is where we stop for a boots off break, the local golf course. To be honest I am pleased when we finally leave the childless playgrounds, empty tennis courts and streets in our wake. Before we leave our fee-paying army ransacks and plunders another victim.
A couple pass us. He is carrying both his and her packs with hers resting on his chest. His steps seem to be very light, he smiles as if in pleasure at pleasing his companion and we muse that he is in love.
It started raining some time ago and by the time Santo Domingo de Calzada is reached waterproofs are once again tested for their reliability.
The cathedral here is one of the churches I have in mind to visit and do. There is an interesting story about a chicken and this town. If you have a mind to, try searching for the story on the internet.
Steps so far today 30059. Dinner tonight in the Albergue is, I am told, something special to experience. I’ll tell you about it tomorrow.
Bye for now.