We were on the road early for our days trek and while it was raining there was promise of sun in the distance.
We met a Québécois traveller with his Belgian friend. They wore the sashes of the French Canadienne "courier de bois".
I trucked out to the supermarcado down the road and got the makings for dinner - bread, eggs, cheese, ham, a potatoe, onion and tomatoe and the biggest treat - some butter! We had not seen any butter or margerine since leaving Canada! Every single restaurant we ate in served bread - dry! One might expect olive oil at least, but even when you ask for some aceite (oil) you are given an oil and vinegar salad oil set and have to drizzle rather than dip the bread. Even bocadillos are served meat or cheese on dry bread! Anyway, I digress. We had a nice meal fried up on a hot plate in the Albergue and went to bed with full tummies!
We had a great time at the Albergue, Barb was starting to feel less sore from her fall of a few days earlier, although her face had turned real shades of purple and she now sports 2 black eyes! Looks like she was beaten and she was - by a rock in the river she fell into! Only now her feet were really bothering her and so she was sitting with them elevated to help them heal.
We were all tucked into our beds with lights out before the Hospitalero did bed check at 10 p. m. Tomorrow is a 30 km march into Zamora.
Hasta mañana amigos!