Arriving in Azofra had been a joy – its the best Albergue on tour, although outside lights would be beneficial and Harry’s bloody hand and headprints still cover theside entrance, a tumbling experience after some excellent wine from the restaurant. We’d both been victims of an expresso on the westbank in Najera and one hour later were to be found hiding in squat positions at the side of the trail, but Azofra was a blast. The health centre there was thankfully open on Friday and after Harry was stitched up we rested a day and then headed to Domenico de la Calzado, a short walk and an easy uphill climb to Ciruena preceded a gentle roll downour village. Ciruena is the town with the golf club and we had a coffee overlooking the course. The walk from there to Domenico de la Calzado is superb. Its one of the many views where it stretches out in front of you. When you arrive is Calzado its full of places to stop and there’s quite a few backstreets that lead to more main streets and shops and bars abound. It was a short walk so we had loads of drinking time, whoops! The Cathedral has an entrance fee so we took a picture of the inside of the cathedral from the blurb outside. As walks go, it was fairly gentle and the next day as we rolled out towards Granon (Granyon) we climbed very gently and all the signs take you away from the road. The last time we walked the busy noisy road, the quiet extra km to walk on the trail was worthwhile. When the trail crossed the field we follwed our neighbours but the truth is, the trail down the side road and back up would’ve been easier on the ankles. Shortcuts are often assessed afterewards on the camino and not always fondly!
Granon has a very good reputation for a spiritual experience in the monastery and yet again many walkers told us about how good it was, with music and the general vibe, we walked on after coffee and the usual pit stop to Redecilla. We passed the usually boundary markings as you move out of one Spanish region into another.
After Redecilla we walked to a superb cafe and made a wee mistake. It was 12.30 and it seemed not too hot. It wasn’t but when we left at 1.30pm and traipsed along the road to Belorado it was clearly roasting hot and we were burning. That alone guaranteed we’d stay in the first place on hitting Belorado.
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