Walk to San Anton looking out for quail and rabbits. Arrive early in Castrojeriz, and go into a bar near the entrance of town for tostada and cafe con leche. Somehow the bartender and I strike up a conversation and I mention that this is my third time in the bar. He asks when and I tell him, 2005, 2007 and now. He laughs and says I'll be back in 2011. I'm not planning on staying but I wander over to the farmacia and show my hands to the woman there. I'm covered with white blisters and red splotches. She sells me some ointment, and then I wander back into town. I walk into an albergue I've stayed in before, there isn't anyone around, and I see a sign stating that it has been fumigated recently, and so I leave. Run into Andreas and Connie, and they say I should stay where they are, which turns out to be the camping place back near the entrance of town. I don't think it's officially open, it's freezing at night. (Also, it turns out that many of the albergues have been fumigated, I just hadn't noticed the signs before.)
Hike up to the castle. It's Friday and kids are out getting their kicks in the bodegas in the hillside. It's a disconnect for me, and I have to continually remind myself that I'm the one on the pilgrimage, everyone else is just out living their lives, and kids everywhere probably party on a Friday night. It's super windy up at the castle. I take a bunch up pictures where the roads all meet down near the town, the spot reminds me of a navel.
Connie and Andreas had gone out drinking, and come stumbling in late, drunk and loud. I don't know them well, and am a little afraid, but at this point, there is no where else I can go. I have a bad cough, and someone had bought me honey, so I take it, and try to fall asleep. I leave before either of them wake up.
Hike up to the castle. It's Friday and kids are out getting their kicks in the bodegas in the hillside. It's a disconnect for me, and I have to continually remind myself that I'm the one on the pilgrimage, everyone else is just out living their lives, and kids everywhere probably party on a Friday night. It's super windy up at the castle. I take a bunch up pictures where the roads all meet down near the town, the spot reminds me of a navel.
Connie and Andreas had gone out drinking, and come stumbling in late, drunk and loud. I don't know them well, and am a little afraid, but at this point, there is no where else I can go. I have a bad cough, and someone had bought me honey, so I take it, and try to fall asleep. I leave before either of them wake up.
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