Castiblanco - "white" town |
The narrow verge alongside the highway soon gave way to a hardened dirt path through fields and olive groves, and that in turn gave way to scrubby oaks and chapparal forest (?) and distant horse farms. The birds were chirping good morning and the sun rose orange and bright and all was good in my world.
The scenery was beautiful, the way had a nice steady rise in elevation (which I prefer to flat), my body felt stronger, and my pack rode better. I had lightened it's load by snacking on 2 granola bars, drained some water and ate the apple. Note to self: Apples are heavy! Cake is lighter, and, dare I say, tastier?
The scenery was beautiful, the way had a nice steady rise in elevation (which I prefer to flat), my body felt stronger, and my pack rode better. I had lightened it's load by snacking on 2 granola bars, drained some water and ate the apple. Note to self: Apples are heavy! Cake is lighter, and, dare I say, tastier?
snack break |
I checked out the municipal albergue but it was a bit frightening so I followed a tip from my Camino web forum and got a room with the tiny Señora Salvadora who rents out bedrooms in her huge warren of a house for the same price I paid to listen to snoring all last night!
Albergue: squished bunks and very basic amenities |
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