We left home early this morning (Saturday 18th April) and I’m tired. Last night I couldn’t sleep. Why am I doing this again? Why am I leaving home? The garden is growing., Gerry is busy, gigs are starting… why leave all of this and go walk? Continue reading
Last night they told us the rain would stop and by the morning it would be dry. Sun they told us. This morning on the TV in the bar it said sun with a bit of cloud. Gerry’s weather said sun… They all lied! Continue reading
Last night we were just relieved to get to our albergue. It wasn’t as nice as we’d hoped though and we even considered walking on, if the weather hadn’t been so bad I think we would have.
Our room was off of another room and through a cave like corridor with rock and stone instead of walls. The same stone lined our bedroom walls. They were cold and wet and the damp was making puddles on the floor. Continue reading
Last night we slept in the attic of a pension in a tiny town called Pintin. It was converted into a bedroom but only had two beds. Teresa’s bed was in a sort of in cupboard and the bed was pulled out for her… But her head was still within the cupboard… And her feet hung over the end… But she seemed happy enough.
There was no heating either so our damp clothes stayed damp and our wet ponchos still had droplets of water on them in the morning. The owner was lovely but it was a tad cold and a tad over priced.
I never told you yesterday about Cowgate II… As we were walking down yesterday we came to a field we had to cross. We normally have tracks beside fields so this was unusual. Less unusual for this part of Spain… The field was full of cows. Worst still the cows had horns and worse still they were stood on the path. Continue reading