With coffee and tortilla in my tum and only one of my blisters giving me gip there was a skip in my step when I left the albergue this morning.
John was feeling better, too.
By the time we reached the corner, I said, I’m feeling kind of naked.
We’ve got everything, eh, said John.
I’d checked the dorm. He’d checked the dining room.
Must be the coffee and tortilla, we agreed. But you might be able to spot what’s missing in this photo of John striding it out in the blue, pre-dawn light.
We’d each forgotten our poles. We turned and looked at the distant lights of El Burgo, at least half an hour away. We looked at each other. “Nope!”
So there we have it, folks, the price for an hour of walking time on the Camino? Approximately, $NZ100.00 per person.
The remainder of our walk was uneventful by comparison. The route, as with yesterday, was flat, tree-lined, the gravel surface easy on our feet.
They support peregrinos around here. The plane trees planted alongside the path provide welcome shade. There’s plenty of encouragement in the graffiti, too.
We walked through the old town gates of Mansilla de las Mullas and past St James, who it seems always has his pole, about 12:30.