Had a wonderful dinner in one of the new Alberques in Belorado, that I am staying at.
Good company, a French older couple and their friend, a French-Canadian couple doing drama at Uni, an Aussie accompanying a French lady, Steve and myself. The lady running the alberque cooked the dinner, a form of chicken soup, then a spicy fried Pork and salad and sweets. Really good. Spent some time drinking and chatting in the town square, I can definitely cope with that.
Fairly early start, walk out of town just on day break then a lovely walk, at times spoilt by road passages. Arrived at Villafranca Montes de Oca, and had a tough little climb after. A Spanish local, who I would guess was 80, accompanied us for the most part up, to a natural spring so he could get water. Yes, he got hot too. It was really a gorgeous climb, ending up with a terrific panaoramic view across to 2000m mountains in the distance. The terrain then flattened, to a long (about 12km) walk through forest to the destination of San Juan de Ortega. At first a thoroughly depressing place. A church, rough alberque and bar is about all. Did I say we raced a big group in? Competitive fools! Checked out the church, and wondered what was being glorified, put me in the dumps. Anyway from a tired and down mood, it all turned around. Listened to my mp3 player in the sun for a few hours, went to the 1930 Pilgrims Mass, and then the Priest invited everyone in to a long room with tresteles, where he proceeded to serve piping hot soup (contents unkown). A real spirit lifter.
Had a great dinner at the bar with Steve and a German girl, Megan.
Crashed early before sunset.
Good company, a French older couple and their friend, a French-Canadian couple doing drama at Uni, an Aussie accompanying a French lady, Steve and myself. The lady running the alberque cooked the dinner, a form of chicken soup, then a spicy fried Pork and salad and sweets. Really good. Spent some time drinking and chatting in the town square, I can definitely cope with that.
Fairly early start, walk out of town just on day break then a lovely walk, at times spoilt by road passages. Arrived at Villafranca Montes de Oca, and had a tough little climb after. A Spanish local, who I would guess was 80, accompanied us for the most part up, to a natural spring so he could get water. Yes, he got hot too. It was really a gorgeous climb, ending up with a terrific panaoramic view across to 2000m mountains in the distance. The terrain then flattened, to a long (about 12km) walk through forest to the destination of San Juan de Ortega. At first a thoroughly depressing place. A church, rough alberque and bar is about all. Did I say we raced a big group in? Competitive fools! Checked out the church, and wondered what was being glorified, put me in the dumps. Anyway from a tired and down mood, it all turned around. Listened to my mp3 player in the sun for a few hours, went to the 1930 Pilgrims Mass, and then the Priest invited everyone in to a long room with tresteles, where he proceeded to serve piping hot soup (contents unkown). A real spirit lifter.
Had a great dinner at the bar with Steve and a German girl, Megan.
Crashed early before sunset.
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Hi Ashley, happy 50th from the Callahan's. Had a few quiet one's for you when watching the footy last night. Oh by the way, another win for the mighty crows. Hope the trip is going well. Will catch up for a birthday drink on your return.
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