San Bol to Itero del Castillo - Day 9

Walk up Alto Mosteleros very late in afternoon.  Hot.  Italian from last night runs out of albergue to call me by name.  So, no unfriendliness...language barrier, and perhaps we are both introverts.

I wander.  Afraid of being told to turn back. But no one does.  Far ahead I think I see three figures on the road up.  When I get to the top, I see three behind me.  Road splits: Itero de la Vega or Itero del Castillo (not on the Camino at all, really, but promise of computer turns me that direction.)  No one else around.  Butterflies.  Shelter at the top.

At Mosteleres, April 7/L Herlevi, 2017

Looking back to Mosteleres, April 7/L Herlevi 2017

Itero del Castillo, April 7/L Herlevi 2017

Dinner with German family (father and two daughters).  Bar where I go have a beer.  I freak out when I realize that even though I drank 32 oz of water going up the hill, I'm dehydrated, headache, no urine whatsoever, and guzzle down our communal bottle of water, feeling slightly guilty, but freaked out.

(San Bol, Hontanas, San Anton, Castrojeriz, Itero del Castillo.  Approx: 23-24 kms.  Hot.)