Day 17 (May 26) Hontanas to Boadilla en el Camino (18.2 miles)m
I began the day walking through a field of waving wheat. Out of the blue, a thought struck me, ” What will happen today? Who will I meet? What experiences will I have?” It seems that there is something new every day here and I love that.
At home, in my ordered life, guided by Google calendar, there aren’t many surprises. No sense of wonder at the start of the day. And why not? How can I keep that Camino spirit when I return to normal life? I hope to learn that on this trek.
My first surprise of the day came when I rounded the corner at a ruined convent and found a guy playing good jazz, selling stale cakes and lukewarm coffee. That’s okay. He had a working bathroom.http://trishdeford.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/05/img_1031-1.mov
A bit further down the trail, the weather changed and I was hit with thunder, lightening, rain, wind and hail, all at the same time. I have experienced hail while riding in a car, but never walked in it for over an hour. It’s cold and it hurts.
The rain stopped and my clothes were drying, but my boots were full of water and I knew that wet feet mean blisters. What to do? I didn’t want to put dry socks inside of wet boots. So, I stopped in the square, took off my boots and wrung out my socks. I put them back on and continued on for the final 7 miles of the day. No damage done.
Leaving Castrojeriz, I ran into a traffic jam. I have never walked straight through a herd of sheep before (they were too slow, I had to pass), but I plunged in and did it today. http://trishdeford.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/05/img_1038.mov
My final surprise of the day was my accommodations. Most nights, I have succeeded in getting a private room in the simplest of places, justifying that I need good rest to walk these miles. That was not to be tonight. I’m in a common room with 20 others. At least no bunk beds! I don’t think it will be a problem since I have industrial strength earplugs (thanks John.)
I shared a pilgrim dinner with my old friend, Rebecca (proud I am keeping up with a 25 year old on the trail), and my new friends Mickey, Harlan and John. The wine bottle we drank from had no label and was just fine.