We got up at 5 a.m. and met up with Tina and John to get an early start. Today, we are headed to Calzadilla de la Cueza, a remote little village, 18.5 kms down a dusty stretch of isolated road on which there will be no facilities. It was still dark when we left but since we were in a city, the streets lights guided us back to the Camino. Once there, daylight had come. Bernie and John went on ahead and I stayed behind with Tina who walks slower then them. The road was absolutely atrocious, the whole way. It was covered with rocks of all sizes, some loose ones and other anchored into the grounds. No one´s feet was immune to pains of all kinds. It was shear hell but luckily, it was overcast so not too hot. Having both would have been intolerable. Half way there, a local entrepreneur showed up in his little white van, set up a table and dispensed cafe con leche and zumo de narangha, in exchange for a donativo. He even had wafers, the kind you like Melanie. When we arrived in Calzadilla, it was just 10 a.m. and a lot of people rested a while and continued on. We and many others decided that 18 kms of this kind of surface was punishment enough and we checked into the only Albergue in town. There is also one bar with a hostal above. Nothing else really. It
will be a long day because now, a storm is coming in. With nothing to read (because books weigh too much) with no games to play not even a pack of cards, the afternoon promises to be a restful one. We can´t even hang our laundry now. The Albergue is surrounded by fields, a single road with a few houses and a bar completes the town. We have already visited the local watering hole. Bernie had his usual Cerveza and me, my hot chocolate with once again, our tortilla de patata and bread. It is 3 p.m., what to do till 6 tomorrow morning? I forgot to mention that a smell of sheep manure fills the air. We truly are in farm country.
We got up at 5 a.m. and met up with Tina and John to get an early start. Today, we are headed to Calzadilla de la Cueza, a remote little village, 18.5 kms down a dusty stretch of isolated road on which there will be no facilities. It was still dark when we left but since we were in a city, the streets lights guided us back to the Camino. Once there, daylight had come. Bernie and John went on ahead and I stayed behind with Tina who walks slower then them. The road was absolutely atrocious, the whole way. It was covered with rocks of all sizes, some loose ones and other anchored into the grounds. No one´s feet was immune to pains of all kinds. It was shear hell but luckily, it was overcast so not too hot. Having both would have been intolerable. Half way there, a local entrepreneur showed up in his little white van, set up a table and dispensed cafe con leche and zumo de narangha, in exchange for a donativo. He even had wafers, the kind you like Melanie. When we arrived in Calzadilla, it was just 10 a.m. and a lot of people rested a while and continued on. We and many others decided that 18 kms of this kind of surface was punishment enough and we checked into the only Albergue in town. There is also one bar with a hostal above. Nothing else really. It 
will be a long day because now, a storm is coming in. With nothing to read (because books weigh too much) with no games to play not even a pack of cards, the afternoon promises to be a restful one. We can´t even hang our laundry now. The Albergue is surrounded by fields, a single road with a few houses and a bar completes the town. We have already visited the local watering hole. Bernie had his usual Cerveza and me, my hot chocolate with once again, our tortilla de patata and bread. It is 3 p.m., what to do till 6 tomorrow morning? I forgot to mention that a smell of sheep manure fills the air. We truly are in farm country.
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