A rainy and cold morning. I bought a can of tuna at the petrol station since the food shop was still closed. Walked the track that here passed between the hills covered by windmills. The swooshing sound from the windmills was around me all morning.
With the rain-poncho on everything went fine. But the day was chilly and windy. Rather few villages during the first two thirds of the day. There should have been a bar in Izco. But where they had hidden that bar I could not find out. Equally empty in “Salinas de Ibargoiti”, that yet had some size. Too close to Pamplona??
Monreal appeared after what was felt as a long walk. A rather big village, but seemingly the same problem. Got myself a bed in the albergue, fixed my washing up. But I had to dry my things over my bed. Was out searching for a place to eat but did not find anything, just a small store for food. Later, I did discover that the bar that belonged to the church also served food, hiding behind an anonymous sign outside. And the same person had the responsibility for both the albergue and the bar-restaurant.
A nice evening meal together with some ten pilgrims from all over. I had seen and spoken to many of them earlier.
Una mañana fría y con lluvia. Caminaba por un parque eólico con el sonido de las aspas rodeándome. Uso un poncho de lluvia. Funciona muy bien. Pera faltaba los bares para un almuerzo. En los pueblos que pasaba tenía ninguno. Al fin Monreal. Trové el alberge y después anduve en el pueblo para trovar un restaurante. Pero ninguno. Hmm.. La ironía era que había uno bar-restaurante, muy anónimo, al lado de albergue en una casa de la iglesia. Una buena noche en este sitio con cena con peregrinos del albergue.
Peregrino 