October 12 2019

Grace got in at like 1:15 am. The hostal was kinda noisy last night so I was up. The taxi got her smooth and sound! We woke up at like 740 am to pack her bag and get it down to the delivery service 

There’s a service you can pay to take your bag from town to town for €5. She brought a duffel so we just sent that a long so she could hike in a running back pack

We had a quick breakfast and then readied our bodies for the day. It’s like a 10-15 min operation taping all your ailments, applying your blister plasters and tiger balm. A polish guy there was making fun of me saying I should just chop my legs off and he was so strong drinking a beer for breakfast and His 25kg pack

Sir if you have a 25 kg pack- you’re just stupid. You don’t need that much crap if you’re that strong. Live without it.

Anyway this man also warned me not to stay in Atapuerca but the two towns before it were booked out and getting there already was going to be 19 miles so no way in hell was I going to walk past.

So I digress- we set out after a quick breaky. Poor Grace downing two americanos after her late night. 

We took today slow and leisurely with lots of breaks 

The weather was great and overcast and the landscape changed from flat farm to pine trees and forest 

About 4-5 miles in we stopped again and she tried some tortilla for breakfast.

Then about mile 8 we stopped and got sandwiches to go. They were massive!

Mile 10-11 we stopped at some picnic tables and crushed our tuna sandwiches 

Proceeded onward! Mile 13 stopped for Grace to eat a banana

Mile 15 stopped for a Radler – two more towns to go!

Mile 19 – made it. Thank the lord, at 6pm. Woof

Our hostal is ADORABLE – so that polish man doesn’t know what’s up. 

We tried to get dinner at a reasonable hour but everything was packed or didn’t open till 8:30. We waited at this one place for an hour and finally got seated. All the locals must go to that bar because it has the one big screen TV and Burgos (the province were in right now) was playing basketball. So everyone in town was coming to watch. Kinda funny. Didn’t know the Spanish basketball league was so popular 

This poor French dude was in there too patiently waiting as we constantly got passed over by the locals. He tells us he walks 30/40km a day ! (30km=19miles y’all!) I was like ya no, not me.

There’s this other American family here and they’ve been coming back to the Camino like for ten years. Like I get it’s special but like, aren’t there other things in this world to see????

There’s a really cool bakery open at 6am (huh something open before 10am in Spain????) that we’re going to stop at for breakfast tomorrow and maybe to get sammies for lunch. 

Tomorrow we head to a big city- Burgos, and it’s only 12.4 miles so we can explore a bit.