Camino de Santiago

Each day rolls into the next, I have to write down where I am , the day and the date, this morning I´m in an ancient farm house about 50km west of Leon. It is like travel might have been centuries ago, the path is marked by various signs, generally faded yellow arrows. I go until dusk and then am welcome into  a hostel for 'pergrinos'. Every nationality and age gathers around the kitchen table, the conversations are as diverse as the people, sometimes it´s a crazy impromt party , the next chats on Templars and tapas, the snack that comes with the afternoon beer stop. The trail is also as varied, we had clay so deep it seized the wheels solid, washed it for in a fountain, then there might be a wild downhill spin.