Every morning...
...get out of my sleepingbag around 7am... slowly get ready... I have a little breakfast... I put my only true companion on my bag (backpack)... and off we go.
I love the camino the most when I can avoid the crowds... especially when I walk an a dusty road and I see no one in front of me and no one behind me... I am alone... Alone with the crickets... the birds singing... the sound of my own footsteps... and my thougts what ever they may be. And the best thing is I get to do it again tomorrow... and the day after tomorrow... and...
I love it when I take a break meeting up with all the different nationalities... having a drink, something to eat and a talk about the day... are we staying or do we continue.
Today I have found my way to Foncebádon... and for the first time in all my Caminos I have changed albergue after I checked in. - Where I checked in were absolutely to my dislike. The albergue was placed in a cellar... no light... no air... I cannot sleep there... Usually all I ask for is a bed and a roof over my head... and I had that there... but even the coldness of the hospitalera made me go away. I would rather walk another 4 or 11 km to get a place to sleep than sleep there.
Cleo, the belgian girl have cought up with me again... though she today is staying in Rabanal del Camino. And here are many familiar faces...
I have now ripped my danish flag of my backpack. I am really tired of being recognized as a dane as there are REALLY many danes here at the moment... and most of them complaining... Enough!!.
Well... I will now go outside and have a well deserved beer. Tomorrow morning I will walk to 2 km up to Cruz de Ferro... and leave my stone and also the one I carry for Tom.
Hasta Luego ;-)
