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Published: September 25th 2018
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COMPLETO
This is a swear word on the Way, and today I walked 7 extra kilometres because of it.
It means full, no beds, go away.
That was the hospitality I received in Los Arcos today, and there are no other options. Maybe I could have turn my poncho into a tent, camped out,and hoped that the wild animals of Navarra that eat aged meat don’t mistake my snoring for the last groans of a vulnerable beast.
Sansol, a tiny hamlet balancing on the edge of a hill 7 kilometres past Los Arcos, is a place of questionable charm and I suspect most pilgrims stop for a coffee and move on. The Albergue Sansol is a hidden gem located off the main street. The beds have a blanket, so in my mind I don’t need a sleeping bag. Just a quick check for bedbugs and I’m happy.
A feature of today was backtracking about 300 metres with 3 others, scanning the track and grass for an iPhone that a Korean girl had just lost. It was found near her but we couldn’t get an indication of where. Possibly her pocket; I’ll never know. She felt a
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This was a very popular breakfast choice for many at 7am. I know a woman who washed down a few ibuprofen with it in the next village. Hi Sue. little foolish, I think. At one stage a slower walking friend of her’s arrived and we had him phone her number. I was hoping it would ring in someone’s pocket; that would have been funny!
The day started with cool breezes that quickly exposed my poor clothing choice. I was freezing.
Determined to tough it out , I walked faster, and after an hour the sun was up and people were peeling off the layers. Whose the clever one now?
It was an up and down day of mainly gentle hills but I was distracted enough by farmers collecting almonds, people tending to vegetable plots and the continuous line of pilgrims, that the villages came and went and I was in Los Arcos ahead of when I thought.
After I saw the village rejection slip located outside the Albergues, I took off my socks, inspected my mangy, long suffering feet and tore off any loose tape and bandage that was hanging from them. An unexpected bonus was resting my hot sweaty feet on the cool therapeutic slabs of stone that the Plaza was paved with. They stung from the cold contact but I knew that it
was cooling them.
I was sure the other diners wouldn’t mind; no one said anything. A quick change to fresh clean socks and I was a new man. Not a better man, just a new revived version of who walked into town.
Dinner is about to start here so I won’t bother you much longer. I must mention last night dinner in Estella, mainly to brag to someone who loves this stuff.
Starters, traditional lentil soup, followed by Main, Bacalao wrapped in capsicum, with Santiago Tart as the dessert. Water or wine, €16.
Eat your heart out.
You also get to walk across Spain as a bonus. Adios until mañana.
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