Day 20 (May 29) Teradillos del Templarios to Calzadillos de los Hermanillos (16.5 miles)
In the last few days, I have joined up with a group of three other people as companions on the trail: a retired engineer from Ireland, a cool working mom from Phoenix and a 19 year old student from Maine. Such an odd combination, but it works.
We meet in the morning, decide on a common route and destination and set out walking. Sometimes, we walk and talk. Other times we walk alone and meet up for meals. It’s nice to have company – undemanding and nonjudgmental. Slightly awkward, but, for now, it works. Tomorrow, maybe not.
There is always plenty of advice along the way regarding where to stop for coffee.
Today we walked through some crumbling towns and unremarkable landscapes. Weather changed from light rain to burning sun. Lunch was pasta (all that was on offer, from a card printed with photos of the food- always a warning sign) at a faux Irish pub. Faux Italian food in a faux Irish pub in Spain. Bizarre!
As we walked, we passed something that looked like hobbit homes, built into a hillside. They are “bodegas”, originally built for the storage of wine. Obviously they are used for other activities today. Note the TV antenna attached to the vent.
This afternoon, we headed onto an alternative path, an old Roman route, to avoid walking next to the road for hours on end. The terrain was strangely desolate, populated with only with small, withered oaks and ET plants. In lieu of time lapse photography, I am posting a montage that shows the strange transformation.
We walked the last 6 miles of the day without seeing another footprint. Though we mostly stayed in sight of each other, we walked separately. When we arrived at our destination, we all remarked that the area had felt very creepy. I am so glad I didn’t walk alone today.
We’re now tucked into a cheery attic quad and tonight we get real towels, sheets and pillowcases. Cause for celebration.
For dinner, I’ll have the pork.