Day eight

We stayed at a converted hotel into a hostel. We shared a room with 4 other people. It was not a happy experience. There was another couple and then a son and his mother. He is actually in the US military stationed in Korea, and his mother is French, and doesn’t speak any English. Al was thrilled because when he was in the army he was in Korea also. The mother wore hearing aids and they spoke allot to each other, all night, loudly. Then they were up for a super early start at4:30 am. Toilets flushing, lights on and off, more loud talking. 
Al, of course slept thru it all. I know it’s wrong, but I was so angry, just laying there thinking about the sleep I wasn’t having, I tried to wake up Al so we could just go ourselves, but no luck. 
We still started out in the semi dark, thru vineyards and olive groves. 
Then we hit a bigger city, Najera. I was in a better mood now, it turned out Al was bothered by the other couple. And we had a few laughs about it. We met them again on the trail and I was very nice, no grudges! The couple are actually in the room next to us tonight! Al is going to try to snore extra loud tonight. Just kidding.
We are learning as we go, and you learn there is pilgrim etiquette. For instance you do not walk behind someone who is not in your group, you pass. I told Al I don’t care if someone is behind me. people will stop and let you pass, I am of the attitude, i am not stopping, you want past me, hurry up and go, I am not slowing down for you to get around. but today I had some one right behind me on this cement path, by the way we, HATE cement. Anyway, he was behind me, and click, click, click with his walking sticks. Lots of room to pass, but noo, he stayed right there, was I creating a jet stream or something? I don’t know. Also you don’t use your sticks in the city or on cement, unless you cover the tips, his were not covered. Al never covers his either, he just picks them up and caries them, which can also be a problem, because he gooses you with them.
Anyway today we walked just 24km, we got in early and found an albergue and walked around the town . 2 supermercardos and 3 bars. But today being Sunday, only 1 of each was opened. The store just wasn’t nice, all we bought were olives and juice, not sure what we are going to do tomorrow for breakfast. We ate in town also, another pilgrim meal. We wanted more time to rest, because I am still not sleeping well and we are kinda sore and blistered. We did take a nap, I mean a siesta, I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to sleep later, but I did. I am trying to seriously put into practice, be anxious for nothing! 
So until next time, be well.
I’ve included some extra pics in this post from the day before, for some reason they got stuck,up in my e-mail and took longer. 

From yesterday, the city in the distance

From yesterday, the city in the distance

Same city, different angle

Same city, different angle

Cool statue

Cool statue

Still from yesterday, a fountain in the square

Still from yesterday, a fountain in the square

A way marker in the city

A way marker in the city

Town in the distance

Town in the distance

No worries, not a real bull.

No worries, not a real bull.

Olive trees and vineyard, side by side

Olive trees and vineyard, side by side

Bee hive hut, there has been a few of these

Bee hive hut, there has been a few of these

In the town

In the town

A Church

A Church

Someone's garden I liked

Someone’s garden I liked

2 comments on “Day eight

  1. Tonya says:

    Sounds like you need a whoopie cushion. Then you will be known as someone not to share a room with or to walk behind. Miss you!!

  2. Pat Baker says:

    Really enjoy your blog and looking at all your wonderful pictures! Keep up the good work. This is an experience you’ll NEVER forget. Safe travels!
    Pat

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