This is outside the fantastic albergue San Roque in Villambistia. Most of our non-sleeping time here was on that outdoor terrace to the left.
The breakfast nook was interesting. It consisted of a small table outside the locked bar area with seating for two. The food felt a bit like an American motel breakfast; crap coffee and a severe overload of sugar. Dinner was much better.
This is an oldie but goldie. Here in 6 different languages.
The ever changing weather was today cool, almost cold as we started off walking into low lying fog. I even had my gloves on for a while. The fog soon burned off with blue skies and sun for the rest of the day.
According to the signage, there was a massacre here in 1936. 300 people, objecting to Franco’s dictatorship perished in this place.
In 2011, they unearthed a mass grave containing 30 of those massacred here. That is what the sign below said.
I didn’t like this place at all. Bad karma all around.
The road to Santiago de Compostela goes on forever… it seems.
There were 3 tourists walking in front of me at one point…
Now, hold on. These 3 are in our group of pilgrims. They are just not carrying any backpacks. Hmm…
Homestretch towards Atapuerca, today’s destination. Plenty of cows on both sides of the track and no fences.
They discovered the earliest human remains ever here outside of Atapuerca. The remains date back 900,000 years and were found 3km off the Camino route into town.
None of us walked those extra 6km to check out the site as we had already done 23-24km for today.
Atapuerca was another one of those towns where you could see two gunslingers ride in from either direction. Both would be muttering something like “this town is not big enough for both of us”.
Loose dogs and chooks were roaming around (the latter was actually true).
Here is Burt, 72 years old from Rotterdam in the Netherlands. He stands second from left with Sophie, Aaron and Ben.