Although I normally prefer to walk one, today was a pretty fun day. I walked with Rodri for the morning, and had a delicious cafe con leche and Spanish tortilla in a cafe along the way, just me and the baristas hanging out watching some tv.
The day was cloudy, and very breezy. After “brunch”, I zipped along the relatively flat Camino, passing a ton of older pilgrims along the way.
I also passed the Argentinian and his pretty Slovinian (possibly Slovakian) friend who has 4 huge blisters so were waking very slowly. Zip, zip, zip!
The terrain was a bit tedious but it was still quite pretty, especially the somewhat ominous sky.
At some point I approached the Spanish women who were laughing in the dorm room the night before. “Hi, neighbor!” I called out. I spent a little while walking with them, chatting in Spanish, which was fun.
Coming into the town of Los Arcos, I was overtaken by a tall and very gregarious Spaniard from Leon named Serafin. He convinced me to stay in the private (and much more expensive than the municipal albergue, at €10 instead of €6!) hostel with him and his 7 Camino friends tonight. I chose the room for 6 instead of staying in the room for 9, with hopes it will be quieter. It’s much colder, though, so time will tell if it’s worth it in the end!
Serafin and his friend Jordy and I got lunch — at 3pm! — at a delicious cafe — there was roast chicken, a rarity in Spain! — located in what I think is an old wine cellar, with arched brick walls and ceiling. The Spanish Ladies showed up a little later, and the waiter snapped a picture of us. As pilgrims come through in droves, he was clearly accustomed to taking such photos!