36 • Montamarta

Blue, gray, wet Monday if ever there was one. Even though the hostel where I was staying, was right on the Camino it still took a half an hour or so to get through Zamora and then another hour through the industrial area. From the moment I stepped outside it began to drizzle and then by the time I had cleared the industrial area it was raining steadily. At the first village, where I had  a coffee, who should be there but Alberto, the only pilgrim I have met over the last month, together with another Spanish pilgrim. After coffee we set out in the rain just as another pilgrim arrived. Once back on the road I was surprised to see another four or five pilgrims already ahead of us. A new phenomena.

I feel the benefit of the rest day and am determined to pace myself much more gently for the remainder of the Camino.