We are staying in an absolutely lovely Albergue on the Mesete. Yesterday we walked a long way and by the end of the 26 km. walk my knees and Shelagh´s hips were killing us. My right knee is swollen and I didn´t think I would be doing myself any favour by walking today. Shelagh, Cathy and myself decided to take a day off and took the bus the 26 km to where we are now. Natalie said she would walk alone. Our bus did not leave until 12:50 which gave us time to explore the town of Carrion los Cabos where we stayed last night. This is a lovely town, bathed in history of the Knights Templar. We just wandered around all day, something we don´t usually have time to do on the days we are walking.
The highlight of our day was a exploring David´s supermarcado. We had so much fun. It was Cathy´s job to line up in the fresh produce department to buy our oranges and bananas. She had to pick a number and wait. It took forever but she told us that just watching the goings on between the customers and servers was really quite interesting. The other customers in the store were so helpful to us ¨ perigrinas¨. One gentleman told us about all the different olives that one can buy. We took wonderful pics of the huge hams hanging on the wall and the different spices. What an experience it was.
We then quickly went to a pizzeria, had a pizza then went to wait for our bus outside the local bar-cafe which is also the bus station. You know, sitting outside drinking our cafe con leche was such an enlightening experience. Watching the comings and goings of this lovely little town was so entertaining. I think there must have been a lot of hurting perigrinos today as our bus quickly filled up with Pilgrims who did not think they were fit enough to make the 26 km walk. A lot of them were knees, some were injuries to the feet. I even heard of a lady who fell off the top bunk in her hostal the other day. All in all our day of rest made for a very interesting day.
The Camino isn´t about rushing from one Albergue to the other. It is about stopping to smell the flowers, just like Ferdinand the bull, and today I think our flower was a rose. I am really starting to get the hang of it. Tomorrow is another day, 23 km. and we will take it slow.
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