Hornillos del Camino

What a difference 24 hours has made. We are now in the village of Hornillos population 60. Other than the pilgrims there are very few people walking around tonight. We started off at 8:00 am and arrived here about 1:00. Charlie keeps complaining about the mountain we climbed when we only walked up a steep hill. I am afraid of what his reaction will be when we do get to a mountain. His best comment today was, "How drunk was I when I agreed to do this?" He does keep me laughing. His other comment was that when he remarries he and his next wife are only going on cruises! Should I be worried?

The landscape today was frightfully boring. It is called the Meseta and I guess in the summer we would have seen fields of golden wheat but now the fields are barren. Some sections are flat but there are some pretty steep hills also as you will hear about in detail from my better half.

The biggest challenge so far has been ordering food when you have no idea what the menu says. We tried to order paella tonight but they were out. Next choice I thought was a pork chop turned out to be very thin fried smoked ham. Tomorrow night we will try to get to dinner earlier before our choices are so limited.

It is 8:00here and as I prepare to rub bio freeze on my screaming legs Charlie is busy throwing out clothes he has now realized he will not need. 

There are many people walking the Camino. It is an interesting mix of people our age who are not sleeping in the hostels and a rowdy crowd of 20 year olds who walk fast and party at night! Dinner was a rowdy affair since there were only five tables and they were all filled with people from around the world speaking many different languages. There were many toasts and lots of clinking glasses. 

The people we have met have been very nice, the beds comfortable and are path is well marked with yellow arrows and shells, what more could we ask for?