we got up early and had breakfast at a quiet bakery before heading out of town.
We collected more and more pilgrims as they overtook us, particularly groups of Spanish without
any backpacks, talking loudly or even listening to the radio or having loud video calls!
We queued for second breakfast: tortilla and Napolitana, and headed on with the crowds.
The way was good underfoot and shady, and at one point we came across an Argentinian playing quiet
music displaying sayings on placards.
We chatted with a few fellow pilgrims, including an American lady with an Indian grandfather who grew Darjeeling
and whose dream was to set up a real tea room on the Camino!
At lunch time, at a crossroads with several restaurants, we discovered a coach
waiting for organised pilgrim groups and a monk in a minivan; we had seen both
at an earlier coffee stop!
Suddenly everyone disappeared, and we were walking in the woods by ourselves.
Well, not quite everyone there was a group of Brazilians studying their phones, and
two Americans who we chatted to.
One of them casually said that it was strange that we hadn't arrived at the next town.
We put two and two together, and explained that everyone else had disappeared
up the main road at the last crossroads, so that was probably where the town was!
After that, we walked through deserted eucalyptus groves, until we found a quiet little bar
with a friendly barman who gave us coffee, tuna pie, cake and cold drinks.
From there it wasn't far to our hostel, with a hundred meters on a busy road
to a pleasant little hostel with a swimming pool.
After Angus had a swim and we relaxed in the sun, we settled down to website/diary updating.