It was a very early start to the day as we had to be out of the albergue by 8:00, even needing to set the alarm to be sure we’d be up. I had a very bad night—even though we had a room with just the two of us—so by 6:30 I gave up on sleep and decided to check the news. There wasn’t much for breakfast, but I did make myself a cup of tea which was nice. Given that it was still dark when we left at 8:00, we stopped for coffee right away—a good choice, and a pattern that we often repeated. Still, it was beautiful to be out walking by 8:30 and quickly we were on the trail which was much more scenic than it had been the day before.
Soon we were into a landscape of olive groves and also dehesa, the traditional dry forest of oaks. The acorns were just starting to ripen and often the ground underneath the trees was being lightly plowed. There were lots of cows, sheep and some impressive bulls. And hedges of the orange and pink flowered lantana, which is a personal favourite.
We arrived at around 2:00 (an advantage of the early start) and found our pension—with the help of locals who noticed us looking lost. Everything was closed up tight for siesta so after cold showers and a rest, we nibbled more snacks and had to wait it out until something would open for dinner.
We had a hard time finding the grocery store which was well and truly hidden and with no sign, but once we did were able to stock up. The recommended restaurant was closed so we had to settle for a place close to the pension where others were eating but with limited choice and so-so food. But at least the company was good.
My poles were acting up again so Nedjo has attempted another repair job, but they are starting to require on-going attention while walking which is not great.