Not that I am about to look to sleep there, but Najera always rings a warm bell in my memory.
Why?
A sign, arriving in Najera, translated to English, that said - in Najera, you are one of us.
A peña, a kind of club of young people, provided a huge tray of ginormous bread rolls filled with this that and the other for pilgrims, as it was their peña special day.
Free access to the swimming pool area for pilgrims.
What more could you ask for?
Swim, laze around on the grass, eat the huge bread roll, drink water.
2006.
I think the albergue was temporary, but that doesn't matter.
It had a dormitory that housed one hundred persons.
The hospitalera was superb. She would not survive some modern pilgrim persons, methinks
Not a sound was heard in the sleeping area. In that space there was a couple with a baby of maybe 18 months, not a cheep from the wee soul.
I have a sense that things have changed somewhat in the intervening years!