Day 20 Hontanas to Saint Nicolas

A very special night

Despite having a lovely room on the top floor of the little hotel in Hontanas, with its own skylight and a very clear night sky, we ended up being a bit short on sleep because the nearby church bells struck every hour, on the hour. I heard them every hour between 2 and 7, and by 7am I was just ready to get up and start walking, dammit!

We called in to see a small albergue in the ruins of San Anton Convent, then found breakfast a few kms up the road at Castrojeriz and bought some supplies for lunch at a little supermarket, then started a long slog up a hill. Fantastic views for miles at the top, and a fountain with a long trough that we soaked our feet in for a while. We met a Canadian couple, chatted for a while with themĀ  and discovered that it was the wife’s 60th birthday that day. What a great way to celebrate a special birthday, walking the Camino.

Michelle, the hospitalerro at Rabe, had made a point of telling us all about St Nicolas, a very special little auberge at Puente Itero, and she encouraged us very strongly to stay there if we had the opportunity. There are only 12 beds but after hearing Michelle describe it, we decided to try and stay there if we could. It was ‘only’ 19kms from Hontantas which meant another short day, but we were prepared to walk extra later on to make up the distance if it meant that we got to stay at St Nicolas. I’m not sure if it’s the same St Nicolas as the one we associate with Christmas, although staying there was certainly like a very special gift for us.

This place has been giving pilgrims shelter and sustenance for since the 12th century. It fell into disrepair and has been restored by an Italian Confraternity, which usually also provides hospitalleros to run it, although when we were there the hospitalleros were a Spanish couple with 3 children from Burgos. There are only 12 beds, which is why we thought we might not get in, but the night we stayed there were only 4 of us plus Alberto the hospitallero – his wife Anna and the kids had gone home to Burgos after dinner. There is no power at this auberge, but there is a gas stove and plenty of running water, all of it cold. There is a building with bathroom/kitchen behind the main stone building and it has a solar-powered light. We did our washing by pumping water from the hand pump in the yard, then I spent a lovely hour or so sitting in the sun in an alcove in the south-facing wall which is currently a mass of roses and other flowers in bloom. The bees were working hard all around me while I read, of all things, a book about the collapse of the Lehman Brothers bank in the US, which was one of the direct causes of the current GFC.

We ate dinner by candlelight, then after dinner the kids played chess and checkers against Greg and the other pilgrims, while I sat with Anna and she told me how to make a proper Spanish Tortilla di Patata while we drank grappa. It was definitely the best auberge we have stayed at and an unforgettable experience. I’m so pleased we made ourselves slow down so we could do it.

Ruins at San Anton

Doing the Camino de Santiago by Donkey

The hill we had to climb out of Castrojeriz

looking back at Castrojeriz

Saint Nicolas

Our bunks at Saint Nicolas

Pumping the water out of the well to do washing at Saint Nicolas

Judy in the garden ay Saint Nicolas

Saint Nicolas in candlelight

Hontanas to Puerto Itero
Despite having a lovely room on the top floor of the little hotel in Hontanas, with its own skylight and a very clear night sky, we ended up being a bit short on sleep because the nearby church bells struck every hour, on the hour. I heard them every hour between 2 and 7, and by 7am I was just ready to get up and start walking, dammit!

We called in to see a small albergue in the ruins of San Anton Convent, then found breakfast a few kms up the road at Castrojeriz and bought some supplies for lunch at a little supermarket, then started a long slog up a hill. Fantastic views for miles at the top, and a fountain with a long trough that we soaked our feet in for a while. We met a Canadian couple, chatted for a while with them for a while and discovered that it was the wife’s 60th birthday that day. What a great way to celebrate a special birthday, walking the Camino.

Michelle, the hospitalerro at Rabe, had made a point of telling us all about St Nicolas, a very special little auberge at Puente Itero, and she encouraged us very strongly to stay there if we had the opportunity. There are only 12 beds but after hearing Michelle describe it, we decided to try and stay there if we could. It was ‘only’ 19kms from Hontantas which meant another short day, but we were prepared to walk extra later on to make up the distance if it meant that we got to stay at St Nicolas. I’m not sure if it’s the same St Nicolas as the one we associate with Christmas, although staying there was certainly like a very special gift for us.

This place has been giving pilgrims shelter and sustenance for since the 12th century. It fell into disrepair and has been restored by an Italian Confraternity, which usually also provides hospitalleros to run it, although when we were there the hospitalleros were a Spanish couple with 3 children from Burgos. There are only 12 beds, which is why we thought we might not get in, but the night we stayed there were only 4 of us plus Alberto the hospitallero – his wife Anna and the kids had gone home to Burgos after dinner. There is no power at this auberge, but there is a gas stove and plenty of running water, all of it cold. There is a building with bathroom/kitchen behind the main stone building and it has a solar-powered light. We did our washing by pumping water from the hand pump in the yard, then I spent a lovely hour or so sitting in the sun in an alcove in the south-facing wall which is currently a mass of roses and other flowers in bloom. The bees were working hard all around me while I read, of all things, a book about the collapse of the Lehman Brothers bank in the US, which was one of the direct causes of the current GFC.

We ate dinner by candlelight, then after dinner the kids played chess and checkers against Greg and the other pilgrims, while I sat with Anna and she told me how to make a proper Spanish Tortilla di Patata while we drank grappa. It was definitely the best auberge we have stayed at and an unforgettable experience. I’m so pleased we made ourselves slow down so we could do it.

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Slackpackers on the Camino de Santiago

Slackpackers are people that have their gear transported from Albergue to Albergue every day. They carry a small backpack with their lunch, and can amble along without carrying their gear. This is not a real pilgrimage. If you are going to walk the camino, carry your gear, don’t take the easy way out.

The Slackpacker van. Transporting the luggage of people pretending to be pilgrims.

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Day 19 Rabe de las Calzados to Hontanas

Gorgeous day today, starting off cold with a maximum forecast of 26, but while we walked there was enough breeze to keep it pleasant and cool. We set off from the ‘opital/auberge a bit after 7am with the morning star still bright in the sky and just enough light for us to see where we were walking. The sun rose directly behind us at just before 8am. We had planned on walking either 19 or 25kms today, intending to decide whether to stay or walk on when we got to the town at the 19km mark. Unfortunately the tendonitis gremlin has struck me in the left foot, and Greg’s right foot still isn’t completely better, so that helped us make our decision. We got to Hontanas just after 1pm, so we’re feeling a bit slack, but our feet need the rest so we’ve stopped walking for the day. And I can imagine that a few of you are wondering what kind of alternate reality we’re living in that we think walking 19kms before lunch is a ‘slack day’, but past and present pilgrims will get what I mean. Walking the camino certainly changes one’s perception of distance. At home if I had to walk 900 metres, I’d think ‘oh my goodness, that’s almost a kilometre and it will take me forever’. Now I just think ‘oh, good, that will only take about 15 minutes’ …. or less if I’m not carrying my rucksack.

Our shadows at dawn, we had been walking in the pre-dawn light for an hour

Walking into Hontanas

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