Day Nine: Sontonia to Guemes

We woke up this morning to our host getting home from work. Andrew was able to secipher that she is a nurse or something and works night shifts. She prepared a breakfast of sorts for us consisting of microwaved coffee that had been sitting out since we arrived, a pear, and assorted biscuits and cookies, the kind they give you when you order a coffee from a restraunt. Despite our efforts to leave nice and early we forgot a few items and had to wait out on the steet for our german friends to bring down our things. The hostel we are aiming for is supposed to be another cant miss spot so we were eager to get there early so we could rest and spend some time with friends we met along the way. It was a gorgeous day, lots of sun and not too hot. We had our usual second breakfast and had and had some good discussions as we walked along the beach. We bought some food at a campsite 5km before the hostel and ended up arriving there just after lunch so it turned out to be a good call. The staff ushered us into a small shed that had been converted to accomadate three people, despite there being more typical rooms available. The hostel here can hold up to 100 people, the property is run by an old man named Ernesto who is famous along the camino and i think elsewhere. He has traveled all over the world and had an amazing attic filled with his films and prints of his journeys. We attempted some laundry but ended up using a broken machine that turned off after adding soap so our things smelt clean but couldve used another wash. We wrung them out for some time and hung them to dry. After we officially checked in we had a shot with ernesto who was just sipping them, he loved that i was from BC ("near Vanvouver!") And told me that is was the most beautiful place he has ever been. We found some friends who had apparently been there the whole time we were. Sam, Everette, Belle, and Gill. After a quick cat nap we met up with them and caught uo sharing stories of the last few days. At some point everyone staying there was herded into a room with seats around the outside and cushons on the floor. Ernesto gave a speech talking about the history of his property and his intention for it while also sliding in some of his own personal politcal views that made people only slightly uncomfortable.. but it ended quick enough and we enjoyed and amzing community dinner before winding down for the night with the friends. A group of us decided we would leave all together in the morning for santander, it will be my last walking day. Czytaj więcej