092009 Day Seven

Date: 092298
Time: 3:13 PM
Location: Itero del la Vega, En Castilla y Leon, Spain
Status: :)

I stand corrected. I am currently using the most antiquated nasty computer in Spain if not the whole world. I think it almost threw a rod she (the owner of the Albergue) booted it up. The screen is a 14 inch Phillips and the cpu case has long since lost its cover. There are more wires under this desk where the cpu sits then the fire hazard we used to call the Haigh family Christmas tree. The modem runs at 33.6 kbps (super lame). And when the phone rings here I get bumped off (Awesome). But it is free to all who stay here, for 5 euros that is. So, I will cease complaining and try to get caught backup.

The story left off in Burgos. I awoke very early Sunday morning, 092009, in Burgos to see the little old french lady stirring on the bottom bunk. About 30 minutes later I looked down again and she appeared to be falling back to sleep, she was all strectched out. I look down again about 20 minutes later and she had vanished. (I knew it, she was a ninja.) I never here saw her again.

The day was very grey and cloudy as we headed into the meseta which is sort of like cowboy farm country. (Badges, we don´t need no stinking badges. You could almost here the sound of a bull whip except there are no cows, just grain, sun flowers that have turned, and these tall flat mountians that dot the landscape. I was looking to stop in a pueblo called Rabe to make it a short day and get some extra rest. However, big problem as I cruised into Rabe after about 11 km I soon learned that all the albergues were closed due to a festival that was occurring that night. (What´s the festival ¨Happy Break Paul and Make Him Cry Day¨?) I was not a happy cowboy. Nothing left to do but climb the 950 km Mesta that lay before me and hope to get a spot in one of the albergues in Hornillos. The sky was still grey but the sun started to show a bit as I climbed the meseta and finally reached Hornillos. In Hornillos I meet Barabara again (one of my German friends), Dora from Hungary, Susana from Germany, and Bernard from France. Before dinner we drank some wine and waited for what appears to have been at least 2 hours to get served dinner. I went bed at 9:30 PM way too tired and hoping to catch a short day tomorrow.

Follow-up notes:

Ran in to someone who told me that the Japanese rocker dude does not even play the guitar. He is carrying as a gesture of solidarity for his friend a guitar player who is dying of cancer.

Also, I did meet Phillip the other German who is a 2 year medical student (anesthesia) in Burgos. Apparently, the little rocks in the Paella in Ages did not agree with him and he took illl and had to go to the hospital in Burgos. Apparently, he is better and is now continuing with the Camino.

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Supplies:
16 pieces of Dentyne Ice -minty fresh breath for 112 miles so far.
still no oxicotin
23 pretzel sticks
0 bottle of vino tinto -they don´t seem to last that long. besides, way too heavy to carry.
1 topical antibiotic
0 tape
1 free orange
1 free banana