Day 12: Huesca - Loarre, 33 kms
Food has been scarce for the last few days. I have had to plan my stages carefully and look out for the few stores that have come my way. I don't eat anything while I am walking, just drinking, but in the evening I get hungry. Luckily Huesca is a town of about 50000 people so I didn't have that problem there. I ate like a horse yesterday evening, and thanks to my new-found energy I could walk fast and furious during the cool hours of the morning. Of course, as the sun rose higher in the sky... it became a different story.
On my way to Bolea a bicigrino came up from behind and actually slowed down to have a chat. He rolled beside me for a while and we talked Camino stuff. He started in Barcelona and would go on to Puente la Reina, then Irún to do the Norte to Ribadeo, then Camino del Mar and down to Santiago on the Inglés. Wow. I have thought about cycling the Caminos myself, and his itinerary sure sounded nice. If I had stayed in the albergue in Huesca I would have met him there. He said the albergue in Huesca was superb, and I have no reason to doubt him. But those pensiones and hostales are just so tempting...
Bolea is placed on top of a hill, but the ascent wasn't as bad as that to Berbegal a few days ago. Still the last km was hard. The heat was pressing from above. It was a relief to sit down inside the cafetería at the lively town square. Yes, I always sit inside the cafés: when I am out walking all day, why would I sit outside on a terrace? But the barman showed me a small terrace hidden further back in the cafetería, under the cool shadows of grapevines. His enormous dog, slow-moving and drowsy in the heat, kept me company while I gulped two large sodas. I contemplated part of the church, the mountains, while Well Behaved Doggy received a few scratches behind the ears. I could have stayed there forever... but it was still early. I called Casa Pepico in Loarre, 11 kms further down the road. The price wasn't mentioned on Gronze, the lady said 50 euros and I just... why not. So I stay in a casa rural tonight. (There is actually no albergue in Loarre.) I will make up for this deadly sin tomorrow in Ena where I will be back in a regular albergue (and pushing on any further will be virtually impossible).
The castle of Loarre hovered far too high above me for me to be able to visit it. I had to let it pass, majestically looking down on me on my right, as I was struggling with the last slog into Loarre. I guess 35-36 degrees C today. But the cute plaza in Loarre surrounded by cafés, a hotel, several fountains, soon made me feel better. I had the best tortilla de patatas ever in one of the cafeterías. Perhaps because I needed the salt, perhaps because I was hungry. Either way it was otherworldly!
The center of Loarre is picturesque and similar to that in Bolea. It has its faire share of tourists, many French people right now, in spite of being a small town. There must be touristy and cultural thingies to see in the vicinity, like the castle, but I am not the right person to list them for you. I know there is a store to buy basic food and an ATM. The ATM is only working certain hours on Fridays though! Buying food here is necessary because there will be nothing in Ena tomorrow.
Over and out!