Boadilla del Camino
This was the albergue where I spent the night before my thirtieth. Yee-haw, it was an oasis in the middle of f*cking nowhere. There is a Don Juan out here called Eduardo who has long flowing hair, and rides a horse out to the plateau to greet the peregrinas as they come in - complete with open shirt and a saddle on his shoulder. What more could you want after a long days walk but a thorough, side splitting laugh at that sight? I think I offended him...