This bus went to San Vicente de barquera, the place Simon and I stopped at on the Norte in June.
How apt.
I loved the town and then I got the train along to Santander.
I stayed in a place so far out of the centre on the way to the north west coast and the football stadium.
As always a great laugh full of serendipity. Plenty tears of reflection to clear any dusty eyes.
It was quite a mess the actual Camino. My fitness and relationship with food was an abstract concept that I couldn't work out. I kept forgetting to eat and thinking coffee and sugar would work. Then I tried protein shakes for breakfast.
The result was lots of walking, stopping and buses. So much serendipitous bus getting or missing.
Whether it was leaving Biarritz for San Sebastian, Pamplona, or booking Estella for the wrong night. Brilliant fun.
In Azcueta after I strolled out from Estella my plan was to make it to Los Arcos and stay in the lovely new albergue. The temperature got up and I said I better get the bus. As I walked down the 11:10 bus arrived in time for me to see it, 20 metres before I got to the bus stop.
The result a wonderful evening in Villamayor de Monjardin.
Ana the host was superb and I met the Danish lads, aka The Vikings.
It was like that all the time and when I got a bus from Najera to Villambistia I thought I'd walk up to Espinosa and finally stay in the reopened albergue.
After a quick beer I wandered up in the afternoon heat. There were a few ahead of me but I was relaxed as I'd checked booking and there were still loads of beds.
As I went to ask if there was a lower bunk available the answer came back saying no albergue is sold out. I laughed at St Jacques's messing with my head.
I walked back down the hill to Villambistia and took the lower bunk just ahead of the two Vikings walking back in. So funny.
Cardenuela Rio Pico to follow, before I finally arrive in Burgos for the end of the El Cid.
70 years now.
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