April 24th, 2018. Villatuerta to Villamayor de Mon Jardin, Spain. Camino de Santiago.
Another long day walking in the sun. I started out fresh and happy after a good sleep, sharing a very odd room at Casa de Magica with new Camino friends, Jerry and Sharon. After a protein-packed brekky (yep, bacon and eggs!), we were on our way to another day walking together.
We stopped in Estella for morning tea and a rest before more f***ing hills beaconed us. They just seem to be never ending!
As we made our way to the Fuente del Vino at the Monastery of Irache, we found a blacksmith’s shop. True enough, there’s a fire pit in the middle of the courtyard where he lays works in the fire yet the blacksmith is happy to stop and speak to the pilgrims passing by and stopping to see what he’s working on. His wares sit outside at the entrance of his shop. I bought a shell momento for my pack.
We trudged up the hill toward the Cathedral and to the ‘wine fountain’, just as a busload of English tourists descended on it right before we arrived. (We would call these busloads of tourists “Touragrinos”‘ on our wander, because they were doing their own version of The Way, just from the comfort of a bus and hotel rooms.)
“Please make way for the pilgrims”, shouted the Tour Guide, but the words went upon deaf ears of the Tourigrinos. With water bottles out, these tourists were not letting anyone get in the way of their wine! So we lined up for our turn. I took a little wine in my shell (the tradition) while the busload filled up water bottles. (The cathedral only fills it with 100 litres per day, so it’s considered bad form to fill up bottles as that means pilgrims coming later miss out.)
Still, we were considered tourist attractions once they realised we were ‘the real thing’. Cameras came out. Questions were asked.
Eventually, we made it to the village we’d set out for, Villamayor de Mon Jardin, via the now-expected steep hill on the approach. I fell into the first Albergue that had a bed available. (Not my favourite Albergue I’ve slept in, admittedly!) But, the beer I drank outside the church made up for the hard day. Yep, Buen Camino to me – I will surely go to hell for drinking alcohol on the church steps, but I was happy with the cool refreshment in the cool shade.
One blister has appeared – between my toes!! Weird spot.
18km, 25,000 steps. Carried the pack today. I’m so tired.