It was a tough day. We started at 5 to avoid the heat, but we couldn’t see the arrows. I walked away from Virginie. I couldn’t find a place to eat breakfast before 9, but I eventually found a nice place in the middle of nowhere where some nice hippies were living.
I had another break shortly after in the beautiful village of Hontanas. I arrived in Castrojeriz quite early, while Carole arrived later. She wanted to walk further, but her back was hurting, so she stayed. We took a walk in the village and ate a boring pilgrim’s menu.
It felt strange to only be the two of us. We both missed our friends, but we had time to talk. Carole was making funny puns, comparisons, and funny images. For example, she spoke about all the thoughts that come to her when she walks. It is easy to deal with easy thoughts, she said, but when difficult thoughts come, ‘then I start looking at the butterflies.’ Here’s another one (a long time after Castrojeriz): ‘You’re not listening when I’m thinking!’
Early in the morning.
We are now in the wheat desert.
The way to a different experience on the camino.
It was really different from my last refugio! A pity I didn’t toke some pics down there.
The wheat desert. It’s huge!
Very huge!
Feeling alone.
Not a house…
And suddenly a village rises out of nowhere. Hontanas.
Hontanas.
I don’t understand how flowers survive here.
San Anton.
Castrojeriz. It’s amazing when it suddenly appears after a bend on the camino. I didn’t walked up to the castle on the top. Too long.
Brrr…
Dinner in Castrojeriz. It was hard to be only the two of us after that a lot a friends stopped in Burgos.