Day 5

It was like  dajavou all over again.......Yoge Beare New York Yankies......

Peter announced at dinner he was done.  He tried to justify more to him self then to me.  It was just as well the heat would of gave him a stroke.  He and Tony walked me to the out skirts of town then we shook hands all around, and then shook hands again and then for a third time....I will miss them both.  It wasn't hard for me to find my way.  Every 10 feet they had pLaced a stainless steel disk in the side walk all you had to do is to walk one to the other until you found the path.  The second way was just watch the pilgrim in front of you.  To get out of the valley we had to clime from 400 to 800 Kim's.  Just like the   Pyrenees I beg my body to give me 20 steps then I would rest for 15 sec.  I counted.  Then I would give it another go.  Just before the top the friends of the camino placed a couple of benches in the shade of a large tree in the memory of someone who died on the trail.....that's good news.  I was poring my extra water into my filter bottle, hold the receipicunt between my knees when the bottle spun around and dumped my water on the ground.  I was screwed, I had about half cup in the giver bottle.  I thought the trail went past a farm house but to my rescue on top where the monument is was a lady selling drinks and snakes I was saved.  I bought two cokes and to bottles of water and sucked them down.  Bought two more water for the trail and was on my way. Cutting through the next town I lost the trail.  I knew I was going west so I kept on the move.  I kept looking to my left for fellow pilgrims but spotted none.  Then I found a sign again and in doing so looked to my right and they were all coming down the hill......so I wasn't far off.  Walking in to Puente La Reina I took the first Alberque that I spotted.  That was my best luck of the day.  I bought a dinner tickets for 13e.  While waiting I was taking to a lady from Panama.  A group of 6 pilgrims came up to our table and asked, where you from, we are trying to place your accent.  I told them I was from the States, they asked what state and I said Utah.  One of them said bull shit I live in Colorado and I have never heard any thing like it.  I laughed and told them I was raised in a little farm community that had their own language.  

But om hell the dinner was five stars hands down.  Your choice of beef, chicken, or fish.  Soup table and a do it your self salad bar,and then hand dipped ice cream....

Lesson learned......if you hold coke in your mouth until it goes flat it's the same as flossing.