May 31, 2011 Calzadilla de la Cuesa to Calzadilla de los Hermanillos

After breakfast walked in wet boots with Andreas, Catia, Bea, Alexandre (Brazil), to Sahagun. Many long conversations with Be a and Catia, learning about their lives. Catia has finished university and is waiting to start her student teaching. Be a is a sole dental assistant in a 2 dentist practice. Arrived Sahagun and left Andreas, Bea and Catia at the Cluny albergue. Walked on after cervesas with Sebastian to Calzada de Coto, then the extra kilometers along a deserted Roman road (alternative road) to Calzadilla de los Hermanillos. Stopped to enjoy some Cilantro with Sebastian at a rest area just shy of town. Saw Martin in town.

Dinner with a large group, including: Americans (Paulette and me), German (Sebastian), Russian, Sweed, English (Martin), New Zealand (Mervyn and Sheryl) Slept in cubicles of 4 with Sebastian and two French women.

June 10, 2008 Terradillos to Bercianos del Camino Real

I set off that morning with Trevor, Tim, Danni and Angela. We had much conversation and enjoyed our walk through Moratinos and Sahagun.  We determined that Bercianos del Camino Real would be our stop for the night, and we arrived at its old, adobe albergue in mid afternoon after a long walk on the flat Meseta.

The albergue at Bercianos was quite primitive, with birds’ nests above the main stairway. Given the nests and constant buzzing of barn swallows above us, we determined it best to leave the big windows open to give the birds free access. The main sleeping room was cots with thin mattresses and we spread out our sleeping bags. After laundry we headed to the center of town and, at about 16:00 found the bar/cafes full of men playing dominoes. They stopped and looked as we walked it and we realized we’d come to a part of this tiny town where pilgrims seldom entered and we were watching a ritual that had gone on for decades. These farmers gathered here after a hard day’s work to enjoy the company of other farmers, which usually revolved around a drink and a table game of dominoes or perhaps cards.

We returned to the albergue to check our laundry and rest, then headed back to the same restaurant for dinner, passing more groups of elderly men playing lawn bowling in a nearby park. Grandmothers sat on wooden chairs at their porches, watching and waving as pilgrims like us walked by.

That evening we walked to the vacant lot next to the albergue and together watched the birds inhabiting the derelict church building across the field, and then the sun going down past the western horizon. It was a beautiful sunset and a gorgeous end to a lovely camino day in rural Spain.