93,194 meters to Santiago


Or 93 million millimeters or 93 billion microns. I don’t know how I missed this. I was thinking of the km markers we saw in 2014. GPS is accurate to about one meter .


We did the dishes


Post by Wynette:

A few nights ago we were lucky to get to stay at Quinta Estrada Romana, an albergue with both private and dorm-with-bunkbed rooms. We stayed in the private room. It is a beautiful place. Old, restored with modern comforts, spacious. There were five other pilgrims there with us that night. I don’t remember everyone’s names — some were very unfamiliar names. But the woman in the above photo was from Slovenia and the young man was from Brazil. There was also another young man from Brazil, a woman from Russia, and a young man who was Russian but had lived in Germany from age 16. He and the Russian woman were thrilled to be able to talk Russian with each other. Everyone was delightful. The Slovenian woman was beautiful, smart, and articulate. The Russian woman was quiet and lovely. She said she was retired but had worked as a costume designer for Russian television shows. The Russian/German man was passionate and fun. The Brazilian men were so sweet. All spoke pretty good English. The albergue owner, Geoff, was originally from Nova Scotia. So Geoff, Charlie, and I were the only native English speakers, but as usual, for the group talk around dinner, English was the language we used. There was a passionate conversation about the characteristics of the various countries.

The albergue is also a cafe. So other pilgrims stopped by during the day for lunch or coffee. Geoff made us a great toasted ham and cheese sandwich for lunch.

Geoff hires a very nice Portuguese woman to help cook the meals and help him in other ways. Dinner was simple but good. (Roast chicken, salad, rice, sour dough bread, tuna pasta salad, wine, and ice cream.) Charlie and I started dipping our bread into the drippings left over from the roast chicken since the empty pan was right in front of us. The Slovenian and Russian women were quite amused by that and then joined in with gusto.

We all ate breakfast together, too. These were some of the nicest, most interesting people I’ve ever met. But, I seem to feel that way about nearly everyone I meet along The Way.

When Geoff was setting the table for dinner I asked if I could help (we were all just standing around). He said “not now but you can help with the washing up later.” Then, during dinner, he mentioned that I was the one in charge of the washing up and asked everyone to pitch in. So, we did that and had a nice time doing that together and trying to figure out where things belonged after they were washed and dried. I felt a lot of responsibility “being in charge” but turned out to be more fun than a burden.

I should mention that the albergue is a “donativo” albergue meaning you pay based on what you can afford and what you think it is worth. We had to add up: gorgeous private room with private bath and beautiful views, laundry which Geoff did for us, lunch of grilled sandwiches, afternoon coffee, dinner, and breakfast. Always interesting to figure out what to leave. The young Russian/German man was traveling with very little money and was worried he could not leave enough, but Geoff put him to work helping with dinner (he made the salad) and I think he decided he felt ok just leaving 5 euros for his bunk bed in the group room plus the food and I’m sure Geoff was fine with that, too. By the way, no one knows how much anyone pays — you just put the money in a box as you leave with no name, etc.

Here is a link with an album Charlie made of photos from Quinta Estrada Roman in addition to the ones below: https://goo.gl/photos/ofuHqLh6LKt2URXaA

Our private room
Group room
Our Portuguese cook and breakfast companion