The Dolls go Camping
There are many ways to be exhausted and today we discovered some new versions. The long slog along the coast is very beautiful but by the end of the day, one foot in front of the other is all it is.
So in the heat of the afternoon the Dolls found themselves beside the most amazing camping ground. Of course we folded, of course we decided that camping was for us, and of course it turned out to be a fantastic decision.
We are now set up in a weird little glamping camping site right below the motorway and right next to a fantastic beach. I can’t tell if the roaring sounds I can hear through my striped tent are surf or traffic. It sure is different here.
But the Dollies are loving it - we now have the Camino tan which is extremely unattractive - a bit like a farmer’s tan. Very brown backs of the legs and sock lines with one brown arm and one not. You are always walking in the same direction with the sun behind you. Plus my hair is now like hay too - yellow and crunchy - down on the farm for sure.
Getting the hang of Spanish eating arrangements is very tricky for pilgrims. We are too tired and hangry to wait for their 8.30pm restaurant opening hours and invariably make very poor decisions. We drink instead of eating, we eat tapas instead of salad, and go to any restaurant that does not require dragging our aching feet any further than the minimum.
That is how tonight we ended up at Bates Motel - Spanish style. No other diners, random furniture stacked around and some sort of mysterious lighting problem. A dark-eyed little girl lurked mysteriously in corners and the menu was incomprehensible. When you don’t speak the language and you are far from tourist areas there are some surprises including eating in the dark! I think I had salad but it was strangely crispy!
This morning at the campsite I met this cheerful chappie taking in the fresh morning air. He says the best thing about the Camino is a complete absence of news coverage. We can get a rest from the antics of B and T - Horray!
Lesley
Islares
