Leave to try to find the Oficina de Correo, in 2005 there was one near to the albergue, but after asking around, I find the only one anyone knows of is back near the bus station. Antonio and one of the other men are going to the clinic to have feet looked at, and say that I should go with them, so I do. The upshot is, that after that side trip, I search for the Camino route, and stop a couple times for snacks, and so don't end up leaving the outskirts of town until fairly late, after 11 am.
It's quite warm out and my feet are tired, so I'm dragging by the time I get to Navarette. The municipal albergue is closed for another couple of weeks. I think that there is a private one, but I have no idea where to find it. I don't feel like walking to Nájera, and I have been told (possibly falsely) that Ventosa is closed. Finally work up the energy to find someone to ask and she points me in the general direction. It's through an alley. The woman offers me a private room for 15 euros, and I take it so I can dump out my bag, and get some sleep without someone snoring. Neither the stove nor the washer are working. (I find out later the price for the shared room was 10 euros.)
I have one of the best dinners I have had in Spain at the Rey Sancho hotel. The waiter seems nice, he's from Colombia, I'm a bit nervous about the food, as I am the only customer, but it's really good. I've been feeling sick all day, so can't enjoy it as much as it deserves...it came with vegetables too.
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