Last night we had a communal dinner at the albergue. It was optional at €8 but with only a few buildings standing there weren’t a lot of options. We liked these opportunities to meet people over dinner. So we sat at a table with 5 other people by the fire: a young German couple (he turned 28 yesterday), a couple near retirement from Berkley, and an Irish man, and enjoyed a huge paella.
My backpack peed again but at least it was outside the cafe by a table…like a dog.
|My pack after it’s morning pee|
Linda has a van, a blue van. She has nicknamed it ‘blue’. Her backpack is blue and she has named it ‘Blue too’. My backpack is black and has earned a nick name of TPTP ‘The Pack That Pees’. Looking for dinner and an ATM machine we run into Dave. Dave with whom we started the trip with and hadn’t seen since day zero. Dave seemed very happy to see us. Next to him was a petite pretty German who at dinner started us with her fluent Spanish when we discussed the menu with the waitress and she ordered for herself and Dave. I got the impression that Dave was starving for more company to complement his take-charge companion.
Time on trail: 10 hrs
Aches and pains: stomach starting to feel better!