statue outside Sahagun albergue |
The signing was poor again, and we almost went on a accidental 13.5kms ornithological tour, but caught ourselves in time and only had to backtrack about 15 mins. Whenever backtracking is suggested Michael says: What would Patton say? Never let them see your back!
When we did find the arrows they pointed down the highway, a very unappealing walk. Since it was 15kms between towns that sounded too much like torture, so we made our own detour off to a farm track and went on to Sahagun, at a fast trot to beat the rain, by our own reckoning.
I have been to Sahagun twice before so the great big albergue was no surprise to me. It's set in the upper floor of a converted church - one huge room open to the rafters with 5 rows of 4 bunks (#40), and a little kitchen plus showers at one end. Beds are nice and dark; well, the lower ones are, but the acoustics are such that you can hear the faucet run from the far end of the room!
Sahagun albergue |
In the afternoon, I met up with Rebekah, a friend from the online Camino forum that I belong to. She and her husband live in a tiny pueblo called Moratinos, just a few kilometers away from town, and is an expat as well as a fellow pilgrim. We've communicated via the website for a couple of years, so it was really nice to finally meet in person. She introduced us to a couple of the local establishments & delicacies and we spent several hours telling our life & pilgrim stories.
me and Rebekah |
Thanks, Allison
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lovely blog from a lovely peregrina. Thank you for sharing your evening with me... so nice to hear North American spoken in deepest Sahagun!
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