Villifranca to Ages: September 14, 2014: Day 15
This morning I woke up refreshed and was ready to hit the road. I was grateful to find my jacket had dried because it was much colder. I also discovered that the zippered lower pant legs that I have will not work with the pair of shorts I have. My knees were a bit frosty this morning.
Uphill we go again with quite a climb through an oak forrest that gradually gave way to an evergreen forrest. At the top of the mountain was a memorial to those who died in the Spanish war in 1939. There were over 100 graves there. Then down the mountain with beautiful views of mountains, wheat fields and distant villages.
We didn't leave today until after 8:30 so that Angie could get a little more rest with her cold. The place we were staying had a lovely dining room with a breakfast but we just had coffee. She was not hungry and I find I don't like eating and then hiking up the mountain. We had a snack at the top of the mountain with our leftover cheese and olives.
We passed through San Juan and continued on to Ages. Our feet were hurting but we thought we could go further, however in talking with other Pilgrims the beds were filling up in Ages and there were only 15 beds left in the next town. We did not want to chance not getting a bed and so we stayed in Ages. We were able to find 2 beds on the 3rd floor. Whoohoo! We headed next door for some lunch. This is a tiny town with only about 20 full-time inhabitants. The bar was full with locals and pilgrims. Many were interested in a motorcycle race that was on the flat screen. The owner of the bar was ver gregarious and made everyone feel welcome. I ordered the entire meal for Angie and I in Spanish. This was a first. Usually I rely on Angie to do most of the talking. Then when she left to go to the bathroom an English speaker came in and wanted to know if the owner spoke English and he pointed to me. Yikes what now. She wanted to know if there was room in the alberque and if her luggage had arrived. Well between the owner and I we figured it out.
Later after naps we took a walk around town and saw the old church. It was built around the 16th century in Gothic style. While still actively used today it looks rather tattered like the rest of the town.
In looking for a place to treat Angie's cold we came to this quaint coffee, wine and miniature grocery shop. We each got a glass of wine and found they did not have anything for colds but a fellow pilgrim did. Once again the Camino provides.
We then went and had a pilgrim meal and shared our leftover wine with another table. They were delighted.
Lesson learned: The importance in providing hospitality to the stranger.
This morning I woke up refreshed and was ready to hit the road. I was grateful to find my jacket had dried because it was much colder. I also discovered that the zippered lower pant legs that I have will not work with the pair of shorts I have. My knees were a bit frosty this morning.
Uphill we go again with quite a climb through an oak forrest that gradually gave way to an evergreen forrest. At the top of the mountain was a memorial to those who died in the Spanish war in 1939. There were over 100 graves there. Then down the mountain with beautiful views of mountains, wheat fields and distant villages.
We didn't leave today until after 8:30 so that Angie could get a little more rest with her cold. The place we were staying had a lovely dining room with a breakfast but we just had coffee. She was not hungry and I find I don't like eating and then hiking up the mountain. We had a snack at the top of the mountain with our leftover cheese and olives.
We passed through San Juan and continued on to Ages. Our feet were hurting but we thought we could go further, however in talking with other Pilgrims the beds were filling up in Ages and there were only 15 beds left in the next town. We did not want to chance not getting a bed and so we stayed in Ages. We were able to find 2 beds on the 3rd floor. Whoohoo! We headed next door for some lunch. This is a tiny town with only about 20 full-time inhabitants. The bar was full with locals and pilgrims. Many were interested in a motorcycle race that was on the flat screen. The owner of the bar was ver gregarious and made everyone feel welcome. I ordered the entire meal for Angie and I in Spanish. This was a first. Usually I rely on Angie to do most of the talking. Then when she left to go to the bathroom an English speaker came in and wanted to know if the owner spoke English and he pointed to me. Yikes what now. She wanted to know if there was room in the alberque and if her luggage had arrived. Well between the owner and I we figured it out.
Later after naps we took a walk around town and saw the old church. It was built around the 16th century in Gothic style. While still actively used today it looks rather tattered like the rest of the town.
In looking for a place to treat Angie's cold we came to this quaint coffee, wine and miniature grocery shop. We each got a glass of wine and found they did not have anything for colds but a fellow pilgrim did. Once again the Camino provides.
We then went and had a pilgrim meal and shared our leftover wine with another table. They were delighted.
Lesson learned: The importance in providing hospitality to the stranger.
Eileen, I've been loving following your journey! Thank you so much for sharing it! I so admire your courage to do this walk! I think I would be very afraid of the language barrier. Have you downloaded a free language translator app to your phone? I have one on my phone, and it seems it would come in handy in those tricky situations! Again, thanks for sharing your voyage!
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