Menu of the Day

The Menu of the Day ( common along the Camino) includes a choice of beverage, appetizer, entree, and desert. This meal was €14

The menu
Salad
Chicken and the ubiquitous French fries
Walnut/apple cheesecake
Salt and pepper are never provided on the table. I asked for salt, and they had to pour some into a little bowl for me.

October 5 Camponaraya Potatoes Anyone?

Just a side note: When I retired a year and a half ago, I couldn’t walk 1.5 miles without a break or two if any incline was involved. So I started walking. And walking. I have no idea what kind of weight loss this trek will do, but with the walking and very little attention to caloric intake, I was down about 40 pounds before I left. Persistence and consistency. In very small increments. And I can do this. I don’t go as far or as fast as I would have at 62, but 72 is doing it.

October 3 Rabanal del Camino Arrival

Part of the last two kilometers into Rabanal


I’ve arrived in my “tonight” village. Lodging is down the street. As in THE street. I am barely in the village and hanging outside a bar/Mercado. 14 days to Santiago. That includes two rest days. There’s a mountain in there, folks. I’m finishing day 27 today.

The dirt trail was a welcome change!


October 1 Hospital de Orbigo The Quest for Sticks

The quest for sticks. The blue donated sticks were broken. I didn’t want to hang out in Astorga for shops to open, so decided to buy sticks in Villadangos, where I was to start my walk today.
 
So, I bussed backwards to Villadangos, passing the village of Hospital de Órbigo on the way.
 
Turns out, there are no sticks to buy in Villadangos. 
 
And I didn’t want to walk 11 km without sticks, being sensitive to my knee and back. They would’ve been unhappy.
 
The closest place to buy sticks is Hospital de Órbigo. Remember, I’d just gone through there on the bus.  So, I bussed back to Hospital de Órbigo.
 
For those of you keeping track, this is the village where my lodging is tonight. And hopefully, where my bag will catch up with me.  Ordered breakfast to ponder the situation.
 
Some pictures taken through the day…
Nothing like the orange juice in Spain. They squeeze the orange right into your glass (with the orange squeezing machine).
Fresh orange juice & café con leché