Enjoying the hospitality of Javier in Carcabosa. This is a small town but after 2 days of very long walks we are grateful to be here.
Javier chatted to us a lot, and encouraged my limited Spanish. He has 3 sons, one a bombadier, and one 10 year old who he goes off with to some flamenco at 11pm.
http://www.ciudaddecaparra.com
Great place to stay if you are in Carcabosa.
A large Canadian bounces up to us on the way out of town. Brian has ankle problems - he walked 54km from Valdesalor on the day we walked 44km. He decides to stop for a rest in Carcabosa.
We head out past Bombay, past stork nests, a cow that has just given birth. Spot the little brown thing in the ditch next to the skinny black cow looking at us fixedly. That snow in the distance, we are heading for Venta Quemada then heading off the camino to Oliva de Plascencia. The last 5km are on the road, which is a bit of a slog. We get to the Albergue, ring Monica, my first phone call in Spanish. The Albergue is full, but she makes room for us and Christina, a Spanish woman, in the lounge room. We find the only bar in town, very tiny. The guy in the Farmacia is filling in for his wife, he has a very happy 9 month old baby in the next room. We have dinner with all the pilgrims then head back to the bar to watch Manchester United play their first leg against Shalke. Madelaine comes with us - she hitch hiked from Venta Quemada.
We get a lift in the morning with the second taxi - Monica´s husband. By the look and smell of the ute he is a farmer, I ask him what he does for work, and mentions trees and wood, we assume he is a tree cutter. He points to severely pruned holm oaks and piles of wood. We end up driving through the arch at Caparra, like most towns here it appears out of nowhere. We walk on to Aldeneuva, but Monica has warned us that the 10km to Banos de Montemayor are all on the road, so we get the 3.50pm bus that turns up at 3.30pm. We find a good place to stay after being turned away from 2 posh places. We find a bar to watch the third leg of the quatro el classicos, first leg of the champions league semi-final. I subdue my celebrations when Messi scores his second, they seem to be Real Madrid supporters here.
Javier chatted to us a lot, and encouraged my limited Spanish. He has 3 sons, one a bombadier, and one 10 year old who he goes off with to some flamenco at 11pm.
http://www.ciudaddecaparra.com
Great place to stay if you are in Carcabosa.
A large Canadian bounces up to us on the way out of town. Brian has ankle problems - he walked 54km from Valdesalor on the day we walked 44km. He decides to stop for a rest in Carcabosa.
We head out past Bombay, past stork nests, a cow that has just given birth. Spot the little brown thing in the ditch next to the skinny black cow looking at us fixedly. That snow in the distance, we are heading for Venta Quemada then heading off the camino to Oliva de Plascencia. The last 5km are on the road, which is a bit of a slog. We get to the Albergue, ring Monica, my first phone call in Spanish. The Albergue is full, but she makes room for us and Christina, a Spanish woman, in the lounge room. We find the only bar in town, very tiny. The guy in the Farmacia is filling in for his wife, he has a very happy 9 month old baby in the next room. We have dinner with all the pilgrims then head back to the bar to watch Manchester United play their first leg against Shalke. Madelaine comes with us - she hitch hiked from Venta Quemada.
We get a lift in the morning with the second taxi - Monica´s husband. By the look and smell of the ute he is a farmer, I ask him what he does for work, and mentions trees and wood, we assume he is a tree cutter. He points to severely pruned holm oaks and piles of wood. We end up driving through the arch at Caparra, like most towns here it appears out of nowhere. We walk on to Aldeneuva, but Monica has warned us that the 10km to Banos de Montemayor are all on the road, so we get the 3.50pm bus that turns up at 3.30pm. We find a good place to stay after being turned away from 2 posh places. We find a bar to watch the third leg of the quatro el classicos, first leg of the champions league semi-final. I subdue my celebrations when Messi scores his second, they seem to be Real Madrid supporters here.
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