A pleasant breakfast and the down the hill. A rather uneventful day. The only thing the broke that was the lunch in Artieda. Was alone in the bar at the top of a hill. At the way down I met the French couple from yesterday. I walked on along an old road that eventually continued along the big reservoir of the river Aragon. But you could not normally see the lake, so you had to feel that it was there. The day ended up at another old fortress. Bigger that the one from the day before, but in a sad state of disrepair. However, renovation had started but not got so far. Could be something to look at in the future.
The albergue was located in a house next to the fortress. The house also contained a museum that I did not see. Met the remains of the French gang (3 persons) that I now share room with. Eventually a good dinner where we used a lot of languages. English, Spanish, a little German and French. Conversations about everything and nothing. A little of what I like about the Camino.
Then to bed. Had to hang my wet washed cloths at strings across the bed due to rain outside.
También otro día con una fortaleza en el final del día. Pero más grande y más destruido. El albergue estaba en un edificio a lado de la ruina. Una buena cena donde hablé – más o menos – todas mis lenguas.
Peregrino 