Day 15: Castrojeriz to Poblacion de Campos

I got a late start from the albergue in Castrojeriz, leaving at 08:45. I had been talking to a Spanish guy from Madrid at the picnic table outside. His name was David. It turned out he was the guy I saw camping the day before. I started out walking in the rain, first on an old Roman road, and then up the side of a big hill. Once I reached the top, there was not the epic view promised by the guidebook due to the fog and rain. Eventually it was time to walk down the back side of the hill at an 18% grade. I took it slow and walked backwards part of the way to ease the pressure on my knees and ankles.

Right as I finished the descent, the rain stopped and Mark caught up to me. He had stayed in Hontanas last night and left there in the dark. We walked together and talked for most of the day, catching up on how each of us had broken up the stages since we last walked together. We stopped in Itero de la Vega at Fitero, the only open bar, for lunch. I had horrible heap of macaroni and an orange juice. A couple from Barcelona that stayed in Castrojeriz with me the night before stopped to eat with us.

We then continued on to Boadilla del Camino. My feet were hurting and I needed a rest, so I told Mark to go on ahead. He was planning on getting a hotel in Fromista. I rested up, then walked with three Argentines from Boadilla del Camino to Fromista. They were a 53 year old guy and a couple in their 30's. The older guy spoke English, so I talked to him for the next five kilometers. He was doing his third walk to Santiago, although it was the first time he had walked on the Camino Frances. The group had started in Burgos, and they were on their third day. He told me how his wife divorced him and that is what made him turn back to God. He started going to church everyday, and the trio prayed the rosary while they walked. We followed the Castile Canal into Fromista and then parted ways by the dam complex.

I walked through Fromista, only stopping to go to the ATM to replenish myself with cash. I continued three kilometers past Fromista to Poblacion de Campos and checked in at the La Finca albergue about 17:00. I was the only one there. I took a shower and put some clothes in the washing machine. Eventually fifty minutes later, the Spaniard, David, who I talked to at breakfast that morning arrived. He likes to talk alot. He almost had one credential booklet already filled with stamps and needed to buy a second one. He was really into the Camino de Santiago compared to many of the people I had encountered earlier in the trip.

David and I had the pilgrim dinner for €10. It turned out to be a good deal because the host gave us alot of food, more than we could eat: cooked vegetables, salad, pork, eggs, fries, bread, and wine. We both ate until we were full, and there was still food left over.

This was from the top of the hill. Too bad visibility was poor with the rain and fog.

A horse outside Boadilla del Camino.

The Castille Canal that runs between Boadilla del Camino and Fromista.

The canal dam complex just before Fromista. I think these were locks when the canal was used.

Fromista.

Fromista.

Day 14: Burgos to Castrojeriz

I left Hotel Abadia at 07:50 and walked through the rest of Burgos. Right then, I knew this day was going to be different. It was the coldest it had been since I'd been in Europe. The sidewalks were slick with ice. I made my way out of town in the fog. Everything was frosted over. I made it to Tradajos and Rabe de la Calzada. I saw one backpacker coming up behind me in Tradajos, but then he disappeared, probably into a coffee shop. From then on, it was just me and the frozen windy fields. I did see a pilgrim camping out in a rest area on the way to Hornillos del Camino. It looked like his tent was so wet he could not get it packed. I waved from a distance and walked on.

I was hoping to get something to eat in Hornillos del Camino when I got there at noon, but everything in town was closed. It was like a ghost town. I pushed across the meseta to Hontanas. Once again, everything was closed. I did see three Spanish pilgrims, a dad and his two sons, in Hontanas waiting for an albergue to open. It must have never opened because they ended up following me to Castrojeriz. The fog finally lifted around 15:00 and the frost melted.

Walking into Castrojeriz, you can see the castle above the town on the hill. I ended my forty kilometer day about 17:40 at the municipal albergue. It was €5 for a bed. Most of the albergues, hotels, and restaurants in Castrojeriz were closed. I ate at the only open bar: La Taberna. I had spaghetti to start, pork loin as the entree, and ice cream for desert. A beer and bread were also included for €11. It was not the best value, but I was glad to get a hot meal after a long day of walking.

I have now caught up to a new group of backpackers, none whom I've seen before: six Spanish, three Argentine, and one German.

The Arlanzon River.

My view for most of the day.

Everything was covered in frost, even my hat and backpack.

A tractor in Hornillos del Camino.

The skyline of Castrojeriz: the monastery and castle on the hill.

The castle above Castrojeriz.

Castrojeriz.

Day 13: Ages to Burgos

I was the second one to leave the municipal albergue in Ages around 07:45. It was still dark out. I proceeded down the road to Atapuerca. Outside Atapuerca, there is a UNESCO archeological site where hominids from over a million years ago are being dug up. I stopped to refill my water jug at the fountain in Atapuerca, and watched the Spanish guy who was speeding ahead of me miss the sign to turn off the road to the left onto a dirt path. He was out of shouting distance, so I figured he'd just have to figure out his mistake.

Next, it was a climb up a hill with sharp and loose rocks. There must have been sheep grazing there at one point because there was a fair amount of sheep droppings amongst the rocks. After reaching the summit of the hill, it was downhill towards a quarry and then down into the quiet town of Cardenuela Rio Pico.

From there, I walked further downward toward Burgos. First, I had to walk along the fence of the airport. Then it was miles of walking through an industrial district. There was a Gala factory that makes ceramics like sinks, toilets, and bidets. Then there was a Bridgestone tire factory that smelled like burning rubber. There were also alot of car repair shops and car dealers. As I exited the industrial area, there was a McDonalds right on the Camino de Santiago. It was 12:45, so I went in and got lunch: a quarter pounder, potato wedges, large Coke, and an Oreo shake. It was okay, but did not taste the same as the McDonalds back home.

After lunch, it was city walking. I had to stop to cross streets and deal with pedestrians and cars as I headed to the old part of Burgos. Eventually I made it to the Burgos Cathedral. My guide book said it was free to enter on Tuesdays after 16:30. Since I still had an hour until 16:30, I continued walking until I got to Hotel Abadia near the University of Burgos. I kept waking up at the albergue in Ages last night, so I needed  to get a good night sleep in a real bed. I checked in, showered, and then took a taxi back to the Burgos Cathedral at 17:00 to get my credencial stamp and tour the inside. While inside, I saw the Spanish guy who missed the cut off early in the morning. We waved to each other.

The taxi that dropped me off told me there was a taxi station somewhere near a bridge. Since international calls from my phone are expensive, I did not want to call a taxi. I'd have to find the taxi station. I wandered out of the old part of the city to the east for twenty minutes and by some miracle found two taxis idling near a bridge. I got a ride back to the hotel.

There was a Telepizza about a block from my hotel, so I got the individual menu again: a pizza with onions and green peppers, cheese sticks, and a Coke.

The archeological site near Atapuerca.

Entering Burgos.

McDonald's, I'm lovin' it.

The retablo of the cathedral.

The dome of the Burgos Cathedral.

Burgos.

Day 12: Belorado to Ages

I left Belorado at 07:50 and navigated the rest of the town through the dark. On the way out of town, I saw a Repsol gas station. I got a 1.5 jug of water that would last me for the coming day.

I passed through Tosantos, which is known for having a chapel in the side of a cliff. I then walked through the hamlets of Villambistia and Espinosa del Camino. Then it was a steady climb to Villafranca Montes de Oca, which was half hidden by the clouds. The road through the town is tight, with some buildings occupying the shoulder of the road at spots. Trucks were literally flying through the town on N-120, coming within a few feet of hitting houses. I sat on a bench for awhile to rest in Villafranca Montes de Oca. I was quickly surrounded by a dozen cats looking for food I think!

Unbeknownst to me, the real climb came after Villafranca Montes de Oca. It was a steep climb out of town through the forest. The path then follows a firebreak at the crest of the hills. The path was muddy and had me dragging a few extra pounds of mud on each foot. Finally, the Camino de Santiago descended down into the hamlet of San Juan de Ortega. From there, it was a relatively easy 3.6 kilometers into Ages. I passed through a field of cattle on the last leg.

I checked into the municipal albergue in Ages at 15:45. It is located above a bar and restaurant called La Taberna. I was the first person there, but eight more backpackers showed up later. One of them was Alesandro. He is a vegan and was hoping there was an open grocery store in town, but there was not, at least in the winter. Ages is a very small town, and La Taberna was the only place to eat in town. I had patatas bravas and an egg tortilla for dinner, along with three beers. I watched the local people in the bar, then went to bed early.

Walking into Villambistia.

Swarmed by cats.

Walking through a field of indifferent cattle.

Ages.

Day 11: Santo Domingo de la Calzada to Belorado

I left Santo Domingo de la Calzada shortly after 08:00. Everything was closed as it was Sunday. I headed out and was in Granon by 10:00. I got some Powerade and a serrano ham sandwich from the vending machine on the main street, then walked to the end of town to eat it on a bench. A blue-eyed cat sat down near my feet and stared at me eating. I gave in and gave it the last bite of the sandwich, which it seemed to enjoy. After I left Granon, I passed a sign noting that I'd now be entering the third region of Spain on the trip, Castile and Leon.

The rest of the day composed of walking through four small towns (less than 300 residents combined) and doing most of the hiking next to noisy N-120. The towns were Redecilla del Camino, Castildelgado, Viloria de la Rioja, and Villamajor del Rio. A stray dog befriended me for a while in Castildelgado. It kept following and giving me a look that it wanted to be fed, but I had no food. Eventually, it disappeared. Viloria de la Rioja was notable for being the birthplace of Santo Domingo de la Calzada (St. Dominic of the Causeway) exactly 1,000 years ago.

As I came into Belorado, I saw a Jeep pull off the road and onto the Camino with a wild hog tied to its grill. This makes sense since I heard rifle shots early in the morning. I made it to Hostal B about 15:00. The hostal has shared rooms and private rooms. I opted for a private room.

The Hostal provided dinner for €11.50, so I took that option, since it would make things easier. I should have just eaten out. The starter was a mixed paella that was reheated in the microwave. The entree was a veal steak with peppers and fries. The veal had alot of fat that needed to be cut away. I went to bed early in preparation for a hard day of walking up to Villafranca Montes de Oca.

Walking into Granon.

Leaving La Rioja, entering Castille y Leon.

The stray dog that kept following me.

Viloria de Rioja

Belorado

Storks nests on the church in Belorado.

Day 10: Navarrete to Santo Domingo de la Calzada

I left the hotel at 08:10. On the way out of Navarrete. I caught up to the lone backpacker whom I'd seen the day before. The Korean girl said there were only two other people at the albergue in Navarrete. I passed her up as she could not keep up with me. Today was the first day where it rained. I finally had to used my rain jacket and pack cover. I walked by Ventosa, then was walking through vineyards for as far as the eye could see. Then it was a descent into Najera.

I made it to Najera at noon. It was a good-sized town. I crossed the clear Najerilla River and headed toward the red cliffs that border the town. There was the Monastery of Santa Maria la Real. I paid €4 to enter. The church is built into the side of the cliff with access to a cave. In the cave is a statue of Mary that was found there in 1044. I left at 13:00, knowing I still had slot of walking to do.

I walked out the backside of Najera through the red clay and over the hump. Then, it was miles of vineyards until I got to the town of Azofra, which seemed kind of dead; I saw few cars and few people. The vineyards eventually turned into hayfields. It was a long gradual ascent into Ciruena. First I passed a golf driving range, which was busy. The rest of Ciruena was like a ghost town. There were fairly new apartment buildings, of which less than half seemed to be occupied. Some of the apartment buildings seemed to be completely vacant.

I trudged on toward Santo Domingo de la Calzada. I walked past alot of farm equipment on my way into town, giving me the impression this was an agricultural hub. I finally reached the Confradia del Santo Albergue, the only albergue open, at 07:00 after it was dark. I should have not stopped off in Najera earlier in the day. The albergue was packed with maybe sixteen people, not including myself, and I did not recognize anyone. I guessed that I caught up to the group that had left the day before my original group. One skinny Korean girl helped me find an open bed and asked me what country I was from and where I had walked from.

I went out looking for dinner just before 20:00. I saw all the local people headed into the cathedral for mass, so I went inside too. By the time I got done with mass, there was only a little over an hour to get food before the albergue doors were locked at 22:00. Also, all of the nearby restaurants were packed after mass. I just settled for getting some food out of the vending machine: a microwaveable hot dog, licorice, and chocolate milk.

Ventosa.

Najera.

The statue in the cave.

Grapes that were not harvested last season.

Hay stacks.

Ciruena.

Trying to walk down to Santo Domingo de la Calzada just before dark.

Day 9: Viana to Navarrete

I got a late start at 09:00, but I would not be pushing too hard today. I left Viana, noticing there was a Mondelez factory in the town. Before reaching Logrono, I left the region of Navarre and entered the region of La Rioja. La Rioja is known for making the best wine in all of Spain. Just before noon, I took a quick break before crossing the Ebro River. I changed my socks and drank water. There were two storks in a large nest above me on the electrical tower.

I then navigated through downtown Logrono on stone streets. Eventually, I got to a more modern part of the city with lots of pedestrians and restaurants. It seemed there were several different routes to traverse the back end of Logrono based on the different signs and arrows I saw. I took what seemed to be one of the obsolete routes, passing by car dealerships and some factories as this is where the app Camino Companion said to walk. After that it was a long walk through a park with a reservoir.

Vineyards have become most of the landscape now, with the Don Jacobo Winery right along the path up to Navarrete. As I walked today, I saw people working in their vineyards. I did not walk a terribly long day due to being worn out from the long hike the previous day.

I reached Hotel Rey Sancho after a quick stop to Nuestra Senora de la Asuncion Church for a stamp. I went out for dinner later. The first restaurant I tried, El Molino, was only serving tapas. The second restaurant, El Albero, was still closed for the holidays it seemed. I ended up at a hole in the wall called Deportivo Bar. I ate a big bowl of spaghetti with tomatoes and basil. It was actually pretty decent. I washed it down with a couple Mahou's. I only saw one other pilgrim the whole day.

Looking back at Viana.

Leaving Navarre, entering La Rioja.

Walking into Logrono.

Storks nesting on an electrical tower.

A mural of a guy wearing Camino de Santiago stamps like they are tattoos.

A bull sign on a hill between Logrono and Navarrete.

A giant bottle of Don Jacobo wine.

The church in Navarrete.