Walking the Camino today we passed the remnants of a 9th century monastery reminding me of the monks scribbling their way through the dark ages after the fall of Rome. Here then, in this particular area of northern Spain, the Castilian dialect of Spanish first emerged from Latin and became the worlds now second most common language after Mandarin Chinese. Amazing that they did this and preserved the Roman techniques for winemaking during the same few centuries. Thanks monks.
A short day of 13 km, partly because the next stop was completely booked and is isolated on a mountain pass. So we stopped here at a Casa Rural instead of an Albergue, which is a step up in privacy to get our own bedroom with a shared bath for 36 Euro. And there’s a small kitchen below for all ten guests. After siesta, meaning the only store is closed for the afternoon, we will buy groceries for dinner and tomorrow meals to get us over the mountain. One of the “features” of this town, is its popularity as a truck stop. (The route of the Camino is a complex topic of tourism economics, best left for a rant on another day.) This evening’s activity will be to get a beer at the trucker bar and compare observations to Buc-ee’s on Interstate 10. Hope that goes well.