Day 140 -- Moratinos -- Peaceable Kingdom
(140 was yesterday, but today's not 141)
Took two hours to walk the 3K from Terradillos, and Rebekah said I looked exhausted on arrival.
But there are few places as good as here to end this part of my Way, even though it will technically be ending at Sahagún later, from where I'll be starting the return trip this afternoon. Rebekah was brilliant about finding travel possibilities, so with her help I have a train ticket to Palencia, and from there bus to Irún. Cross the bridge on foot, then I'll sleep out somewhere near the station in Hendaye.
Annoyingly with the restrictions I'll need to cross France on local trains only, though truth be told I quite like those sorts of trains, as I can just choose wherever I want to rest tomorrow evening, hopefully somewhere with pilgrim lodging on the Arles Way or something.
I am more a friend of Paddy's than Rebekah's, of course it's lovely to see both of them, and the welcome was as brilliant as last time. There are two Pauls here as well, one more of a pilgrim the other more a hospitalero type I think, helping out and whatnot (there's a house painting project).
As to Moratinos itself, first time I slept here in 1993, one of our company had developed a foot or ankle problem so we couldn't go on and were planning on sleeping out somewhere, 'til one of the locals offered us shelter in one of those "hobbit hole" bodegas, so we spent the evening and early night in this exact same period of the year out up there with the locals watching the meteor shower with clarete and snacks, then when we were sleepy, into the bodega and our host said feel free to drink as much wine as you like.
Memorable.
Last time on the 2014, the Italian Albergue had just opened and it was uncertain at the time it would survive, but it seems now to be doing well ; and there's also now the larger hostal/bar/restaurant at the start of the village, where we had a quick lunch yesterday, the five of us including the Pauls, nothing to shout about but very decent indeed -- though most of the vegetarian options (sadly for one of the Pauls) are temporarily off the menu for the time being from insufficiency in pilgrim numbers ; else there's a greater choice of foods there than is typical for one of these places. It's lucky too for them that many of the locals have adopted the place for their ordinary watering hole, so that even with fewer pilgrims they're getting the business they need.
So things do keep on changing in this little pueblo, which through the simplest ways has become one of the better and easier, quieter places along this meseta. But really, that's already how it was in the early 1990s, and all that has been done since is just build on those basics and foundations, although I do gather that the pueblo does empty out in the colder season.
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As to future plans, well given that technically I'm finishing this stage at Sahagún, I'll start stage 4 from there, eventually, though regardless any future Covid restrictions I need to stay at home 'til the end of the year anyway to sort some stuff out at my end, so that even if the current and somewhat unseasonal spread of the virus in even a younger population were the harbinger of herd immunity, and this SARS becoming an endemic background disease, my Stage 4 will not be 'til 2022 at earliest.
Stage 1 was 4 weeks 'til I was stopped by injury, Stage 2 was 7 weeks 'til the heatwave stopped me, Stage 3 now 9 weeks 'til handicap and dietary problems did.
I did about 800K I suppose this year, so I'm now up to about 2,000K so far on this Camino, and though that's quite good and is starting to be a respectable distance, it's still a few hundred K short of half way. It also means that the whole thing will be more than 4,500K, and so the whole thing is longer than my previous estimate.
And so clearly no idea how long this is going to take me ; though I did realise a couple of things about the final few 100K I'll be doing after Lourdes, which is that the dietary stuff will be easier to satisfy from being in France, but also that it will become psychologically easier the closer I get to home and the end of it, just as it becomes psychologically easier the closer you get to Compostela.
Well ; we'll see ...