Into the big town of Baeza

I left Alcaudete around 7:15, which is a good time for me to get going. Time for a cafe con leche (of sorts) made by me with my electric coil, packing up, doing email, etc. I had heard a lot of thunder in the night but the sky was clear when I set out.

25 km of dirt roads through olive groves, with cool temps, lots of wildflowers and white towns sprinkled among the hills. Some have described these last few stages as boring, but I find them energizing and glorious. I came across my first peregrino since leaving Granada. A Spanish guy who was having a hard time and debating whether to pack it in. He was planning to go to the small albergue in town and I just had a hunch he would be a snorer. Time to go to Plan B.

Just as I entered town there was a sign for Hotel/Restaurante. Peeking around the corner, a 3*** Hotel appeared. You never know, so I went into check on pilgrim prices and sure enough, one hour and a long shower and clothes washing session later, I am a happy camper, paying 25€ for a very comfortable room!

After a nice lunch and walk around the old town and through the quiet municipal park, I am heading back to the room for s good sleep before my very early departure tomorrow. I may be crazy but I am hoping to walk 42 km more or less!Read more