Thursday, September 19, 2013

Belorado, San Juan de Ortega and Burgos


I'm back on the trail again and my sandals have been a lifesaver so I'm still wearing them. I have a couple of blisters but nothing like others here. Thanks to everyone for the good advice, which we are following!
The fiesta in Najera turned out to be an all night affair so we got little sleep in the albergue, but we enjoyed the wonderful music and these interesting people.
Tuesday's walk took us through Rioja and endless vineyards to Santo Domingo de la Calzada, where we stayed at the huge albergue run by the Spanish Confraternity of St. James. We arrived hot and exhausted and were immediately offered bread with chorizo, fresh watermelon and wine. The building was lovely but the rooms were big and noisy. Had a decent dinner in town and then there was a festival happening so we went to observe. The guy pushing a wheelbarrow / pretend bull who was chasing all the little kids (they start training early for Pamplona!) thought it would be funny to chase a tired pilgrim and nearly gored John, who had to sprint away, not an easy feat after so many miles!! It was hilarious!
Yesterday we walked to Belorado and stayed in one of the nicest albergues yet, generous warm people, fresh homemade food and clean accommodations...and a swimming pool!!! During the day we had left the vineyards behind and crossed from Rioja into the rolling hayfields and sunflower fields of Castilla y Leon.
We pass our six hour walks every day by laughing, singing, reciting poems, telling stories, and greeting other members of this big Camino family who are moving along in a wave with us. We're learning to say good morning in every language you can imagine. It's fun!
Today's stage brought us to San Juan de Ortega. More about that tomorrow!
Confraternity of St. James albergue


croissant for walkers





pretend bull


Castilla y Leon

Three amigos




2 comments:

  1. Wonderful pictures! Take care of those feet.

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  2. What a great sounding place. Love the shot of the hay stack.

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