Day 29a. Hontanas, Camino.September 2, 2019 in Spain ⋅ ⛅ 13 °C
Next the pilgrim village of Hontanas, which means fountains a name given to the village because of the sheer number of them in the area, is dominated by the 14th century Iglesia de la Inmaculada Concepción.
We bipassed the obvious bar/cafe and ventured deeper into the town. There we found a small collection of second breakfast options but chose the one that spoke English. "English" I ventured without much hope. "Yes" She replied,"to be sure to be sure". Well she didn't really but she was Irish. We had a nice chat, 2 coffees each, second breakfast and rang Grandma Win. Afterall it was her first day in the retirement home for a respite visit. She was quite chipper.
Here again we met the Irish couple we caught up with yesterday as we were walking into Hornillos. Ron saw him pass the windows of our Irish Pub. We sat inside as it was too breezy outside. He had clearly kissed the Blarney Stone but we are still quite happy with his company. He and his wife came in for a coffee and Peregrino sandwiches.
After Hontanas the path took us past the ruins of the Molino del Cubo, an abandoned mill and through the deserted village of San Miguel before eventually coming across the ruins of the gothic Monasterio de San Antón and the remains of its pilgrims hospital.
San Antón was impressive although much was missing it was pretty much symmetrical and enough was present to make up the rest. The road went straight through the church Arch.
Across the road was a bar/cafe where the property just seemed to be squatting. The owner had a makeshift room and WC. We stopped for drinks.Read more