Second Camino, del Norte

I decided to leave Comillas late in the afternoon, for the reason that the only alberque in that town was full, the other one was closed, and any other options were not reasonable. So I thought that I would trek for an hour and a half more to get to San Vicente before the rain heads in.
I walked past the small town bar when a woman with white hair in barely lavendar shade, wearing a beatiful pink woven hat, stepped off her stool and said how she just saw me down in the town square of Comillas. She's a local, has a house here, but also lives in Bilboa. She spoke perfect english with a brittish accent. I told her my situation, why I was leaving. So she began talking to some of the locals inquiring about available places. In the meantime, I marbled mouthed some spanish with her friend at the table, who didn't speak a bit of english.
When Blanca returned, she said, "Come stay at my house, I have an extra room." Well, the rain did begin to fall, and I was relieved to take her up on her offer.
The three of us had a lovely meal together. She made blue cheese croquettes, broiled peppers, and a cold zuccini soup. We finished off a bottle of regional vino blanco and chatted till midnight before crawling into bed.
Again, gratitude whelms me.💗
In the morning, we went across the street to her neighbor Jesusa Gonzalez, who has pet turtles. The turtles sleep in a well maintained horse trailer at night, then in the morning, she opens the gate, and the turtles wander out into a gated field with a pond. There, they eat and roam all day long. It's a wonderful life for these turtles! The largest is 50 pounds, the smallest is 3 pounds. I really enjoyed seeing them.Læs mere