East – the last word we want to hear on the camino. “Go west, young man,” is the calling on this trip. Any notions of east would be against the metaphysics of this entire trip. And yet, east has happened.
The march today was very good, perhaps the best I´ve felt in a while. And we covered much ground, many townes and even some good elevation. We stopped in San Juan de Urtega, an old monastery with very unfriendly nuns, but Mateo and I only stopped in to get a sandwich, a cold beer, and ready ourselves for the extra push to Atapuerca, two towns past what the guide book suggested. But we were cock-sure and ready for the extra 6km. Just two little towns and downward elevation. An extra 6km for our push to the large metropolis of Burgos.
But, to quote the great Scottish poet Burns – “The best laid schemes o’ Mice an’ Men / Gang aft agley” or something to that degree. The only albergue in Atapuerca was full and there wasn´t another for 6km in the foward direction. There, however, was two back in the previous town of Ages. Nicely, there was a gentleman to give us and our gear a ride back to the Ages, where the albergue was very nice, only four bunks to a room with a hot shower.