Since I started my pilgrimigige I seem to dream very intense. I wake up several times every night. This past night though I slept quite well and I wake up at 5 am like all the other days with no set alarm. After the disaster yesterday with my wallet I task myself to get up and start the morning organization more diligently : folding the washed clothes, brushing my teeth, morning toilet and finally fruit breakfast and Vitamins.
I start the walking at 6.00 am. Many others are already on the road since in all hostels along the way lights will go on automatically at 6.00 am to ensure all pilgrims get up and get started. I pass by a British couple with only one mini backpack on him and a some hot pants on her:)) 'they are traveling light' I start thinking with some sense of superiority since they seem to use the luggage transportation service from hotel to hotel. Then an inner voice asks me to stop judging others - I stop that thought and immediately speed up to pass by the light traveling couple like a formula 1 car and get a good start today.
After 3 hours of monotone walking next to endless corn fields - nature sure changed here in the region of Castilla y Leon - I reach a breakfast place. Only one couple is to be seen, but since they are smoking with an open window in the cafe I decide to walk further into the luxurious looking bar. The grumpy waiter responds to my enthusiastic 'bueno dias' with a serious and strict ' leave your backpack in the front of the door'. With a glance of protest I gaze over to the couple in the cafe - the waiter notices that and sees also their backpacks next to the table. He storms towards them and moves the backpacks himself outside - he is serious so I give in and do the same.
At the bar there is only one padre from Puerto Rico who waves over and seems to be amused by the previous scene. 'Where are you from", asks the waiter in Spanish assuming I understand him. " I am crazy - so I must be from Germany". "That is not the case - Italians are crazy;Germans like order so I like them, too" the waiter adds. I try to order breakfast as I am realy hungry, but he keeps on talking to the padre. " What do I have to do to get something to eat in this restaurant?" I provoke him. " Start singing in Latin", he responds with a big grin on his face. ' Little he knows', I think and start singing one of my favorite Mozart Mass Bass Solo to him - I convinced him completely since he says he got goose bumps from emotions and he served me a hearty Spanish breakfast.
The padre leaves already before I pay. I ask for the bathrooms and the waiter pointed to the left:" downstairs". 'Am I realy fit enough to climb down those stairs' I debate with myself and decide that the pressure of the blatter wins. My feet realy hurt with every step down - but it has to be.
Back on the Camino I meet Veronica from Gdansk. When I walk up to her she was praying a rosecrans, but stopped immediately when I treated her and increased her speed to walk next to me for a while. " In 19 days I have to be in Santiago to catch my flight back to Poland", she complained to me. 'This is going to be tough' I think and respond to her: " I am sure you will make it". In Belorado I decide to continue a little bit more despite the fact that I have a hotel reservation here. After 12 km I reach Villafranka which consists only out of a handful of houses, a hostel and a REALY nice boutique hotel. What luxury compared to last night in Santo Domingo where the hotel urgently needs improvements. I check in and join the lunch time (14.00-16.00).
Sitting in my room I inspect my feet and realize that the left foot is seriously swollen. In fact the second toe from the left looks like a littl balloon. I take a fresh shower to get the sweat off me, start my wash load in the sink and relax on th bed - I ne good thoughts to help me continue tomorrow and start thinking about the phantastic things that already happened to me during the past 10 days.
Sorry, no pictures today - internet is too weak:((
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