I arrived at the El Burgo Ranero albergue to a welcoming committee of the elderly. There were four of them and they were tripping over themselves to be helpful. One lady's job was to give a tour to the new guests that went something like this: "Here is the kitchen. That is the stove. That is the sink..." Hmmm, thanks!
The lady in the picture's job was to record the information in my Credencia which took 20 minutes to do a 50 second job. So cute!! I asked how much it cost and they all said in unison, "Donation"!
"Es gratis?" I said with a smile.
"No," grandma #3 said. "It's one million dollars."
I smiled again and replied, "No problem. Who do I give the check to?"
They all laughed and then started in on my bag.
"Es muy grande, si?" they asked.
"Si!" I laughed, "Pero yo soy un hombre con mucho fuerte!!" (But I am a very strong man!) and then I flexed.
They all laughed. (Little muscles have that effect on people!!!) I took my day pack out, and they asked what was in that?
"Oro!" (gold) I replied and they giggled again.
"Quantos anos usted?" she asked. (treinta? cuarenta?) How old are you? 30? 40?
I motioned higher and said, "56". Then the mumbling started and I left so some of the other pilgrims could get registered before it was time to leave the next morning.
The restaurant pictured is where I had lunch and dinner. My "waitress" was Fatima, the 6 year old daughter of the cook. She saw me working on the computer and came over to see pictures of the trip and then she wouldn't leave. The only way for me to get her to leave was to start asking her to solve simple math problems, like, "what is the circumference of a circle that has a diameter of 15. 2 inches. She was totally baffled!!! Must be use to metrics.
Earlier in the afternoon, I was bone tired but needed to charge my computer so I plugged it in and sat at a table next to the outlet. I couldn't keep my eyes open so, being the only one in the bar, I went to sleep with my head on the table. Dang if two nine hundred year old men decided to hold a domino tournament on the table behind me. Every time one would play a tile, he'd slam it down and call out the number! Needless to say, I got sporadic sleep.
After my "nap", I went walking about the Clint Eastwood town and saw many wall made of adobe. This one reminded me of walls in Tibet that had similar walls but with flattened pancake like patties of yak poop. We thought that it was an odd hobby to have until we found out that the women use these to cook and to heat the house with. Pretty smart since there are no trees to burn.
Speaking of poop... this flower (holly hock??) must be an adherent to the "bloom where you are planted" as it is growing in a sewer basin. See...there is beauty in everything. Sometimes you just have to wade through...stuff... to see it.
Along the Camino, there are several rest stops which seem to come about at the exact right moment. Today was the "rock in the shoe" day. It seemed that I couldn't go fifty feet, er sorry...16 meters, without getting a rock in my shoe. No matter how much I tried to ignore it, the little voice in my brain would say, "You're going to get a blister. Take the time to stop and take it out... or you are going to be sorry!!'
The green thing hanging from the pack is my towel. My $35 towel, that dries mucho rapid!! Worth every penny! I'd rather lose my backpack than that towel. (ever try drying off with a backpack??)
Reliegos is famous for something else. In 1948, a meteorite slammed into Earth in "downtown". The meteorite was over 20 lbs. and dug a hole over a foot deep. I believe that if I was standing near there and it smashed into the ground next to me, God would have forgiven me for saying WTF!!!!???!
I mean really, I think even God would have been laughing at seeing me jump out of my skin.
When the Camino IS the road, or right next to it, then I try to roll. Today was a roller day. I was awoken too early this morning by "hurry uppers". These are pilgrims who hurry up and leave in the morning, at about 6:00 to beat the heat. Then they get to their destination and complain about nothing to do, or they are so sleepy that they take a nap. I tell you this because, for me, sleeping is the most difficult part of the Camino. I can handle the blisters, bruises, strains, etc, because that's what I expect from the daily grind of walking 20 - 25 k a day. BUT, the crowded dorms, smelly bodies, oh well...you know me, I'm a germaphobe, and anytime someone is coughing in a dorm, I feel like the cooties are flying over my head, smashing into my headboard and falling into my nostrils. But for 5E... really??
I made it all the way to the town of Mansilla de las Mulas.
Let's see...how can this end well.... it can't!! Somebody is going to lose an eye!!
This is a relatively small town, guessing under 12,000 people, but for a festival, they probably draw the surrounding villages as well. The first thing I saw when I went to the festival was a kid swinging a sword. I can't begin to tell you how much that bothers me. It's a parent's nightmare and a principal's nightmare.
I walked off the square and heard a dog barking. Couldn't find him anywhere until I looked high up into what would be someone's attic. Poor thing. A Spanish couple knocked on the door and he got free. Can you say, Gaduh!!
This drummer man seemed to be upset with the pig torturer about something...hmmm...can't imagine why???? Menacing sky...but no rain.
They had several games for kids to play, and several required them to work together to solve the problem. The first is one where two string pull a disc up a board with holes in it. The object is to get the disc to the top without it falling through one of the holes. Pull to hard to the left or right and...start all over!
The second game required holding a board with a walnut on it. The board had holes in it and the object is to get it from one end to the other without falling through the holes.
Forgive, forget, forge on! Reflect, Recover, Redirect!
“Be the change that you wish to see in the world.”
― Mahatma Gandhi
― Mahatma Gandhi