- Time of past OR future Camino
- Except the Francés
The albergue in Comillas being closed, I chose the worst pensión in town to stay in, €30 for a room my wife would find unacceptable for our dog (he is quite a fussy dog). The advantage of staying in a dump is that there is no incentive to linger in the morning, so I was out by 7.15, with the dying moon making three in a bed with the separating Venus and Jupiter, and Gaudí's Capriccio still floodlit.
Soon after San Vicente, and the first coffee of the day, I caught up with a German peregrina, the first person I've walked with this year. Sadly she was heading off on the Liébana, so after a couple of pleasant hours, with fabulous views of the Picos she was heading into, we parted, after she confirmed from her guidebook that the albergue in Pendueles was open in November. It isn't, but an amiable slightly sozzled man in the bar told me to knock at the door of the big house next door, where the nice owner is putting me up for the night for €12 in a very comfortable stone-lined room full of heavy antique oak furniture. It's a bit nerve-wracking when that happens, but miraculously I've yet to spend a night in the church porch.
Soon after San Vicente, and the first coffee of the day, I caught up with a German peregrina, the first person I've walked with this year. Sadly she was heading off on the Liébana, so after a couple of pleasant hours, with fabulous views of the Picos she was heading into, we parted, after she confirmed from her guidebook that the albergue in Pendueles was open in November. It isn't, but an amiable slightly sozzled man in the bar told me to knock at the door of the big house next door, where the nice owner is putting me up for the night for €12 in a very comfortable stone-lined room full of heavy antique oak furniture. It's a bit nerve-wracking when that happens, but miraculously I've yet to spend a night in the church porch.