Absolutely nothing kept me awake last night and I ended up sleeping until 8.00 which is pretty wimpy stuff on the Camino. Margrit had gone so I took my time and ate breakfast - well student breakfast anyway. The cereal on offer was Corn Flakes or a sort of giant coco pops. I had the worst tea ever or so I thought.
I walked off on my own and had to really pay attention to find the way out of town. I walked to Virgen del Camino and finally found a computer accessories shop. It wasn't open for another 35 minutes so I memorised 'tienda informacia technica' so I could ask again in future and walked on. I tend to get lost in my thoughts when walking alone. It's a fabulous feeling but today it results in missing the turn off. It is a two day walk from Leon to Astorga and you can do it through the countryside or along the highway. By the time I have realised my mistake I am committed to the highway. A young Austrian couple tell me it's the shorter way anyway, which is no doubt best for my feet, and I realise that there is a better chance of finding a bed anway.
I stop in San Miguel del Camino for lunch and sit inside out of the sun and get to watch a Terence Stamp spaghetti western in Spanish. It was poor the first time I saw it in English but there is a senior feloow laughing at it which ups the amusement factor exponentially. I get a bocadillo (ham and cheese roll) which is enormous and has stringy red ham. I order tea with lemon not realising that means lemon cordial. Yuk!
I walk on for a few hours and stop at the albergue at Villedangas el Paramor which is half open and has about 40 beds. I get a top bunk (yuk) and a shower (yay) and wash my clothes by hand in a sink with no plug. So annoying. I realise I am running out of personal and wash soap so I head to town for a beer and to check out the shops. The cafes don't look inviting for a single woman so I give it a miss. I'll have to wait until Astorga. The god news is that going the shorter wat means it is only 26 km away instead of 30.
The best news is that when I take my socks off my blisters look excellent. The bad news is that there is a snoring man who is so loud I can't stop giggling. I can hear him in the shower. No doubt the poor man is exhausted because he struggles out of bed and onto the lounge where he promptly falls back to sleep and starts snoring again.
It is very hard to edit on this tablet and I am running out of battery so mistakes will have to be forgiven!
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