Has had a long afternoon at the Albergue here, great place, two beds per room, comfortable beds of sufficient length.A cup of mediocre vending machine coffee . I have yet to figure out how to avoid sugar from the machines. I really don't think bad coffee is improved by large or any quantities of sugar.
Today was the first time I had use for my rain clothes. Just minutes from the Albergue in Navarette the rain slowly started to fall. It turned out that my "rain wear" not quite lived up to expectations. I was kept dry for a little more than an hour. Then in the dark; cold, wet and miserable, the day didn't look to good. Shortly after dawn we stopped at a cafe in Ventosa. This was the turnaround point. Leaving Ventosa, striding up a gentle hill, reaching the crest and then the outlook brightens. A beautiful view of the valley before us emerges. The rain has stopped, you can hint the sun behind the clouds and beautiful mountains lines the horizon. The walk continues with easier steps. Slowly I, and my clothes begins to dry.
Afternoon Rioja drunk from a beautiful clay mug which's print testified a former Fiesta.
"Dream your life and live your dream" my guide writes. It seems to makes sense at this time.
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Compared to my life at home the life on the Camino contains a much smaller and very different flow of information. From drinking heavily from the modern river of information, news and tidbits at home I walk on the camino sipping occasionally from my guidebook and splashing back and forth slowly conversing with my fellow pilgrims along the road. This, I feel, is a true vacation and I'm confident that I will come home with a well rested head.
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