We stayed in a traditional Albergue in El Cubo de Tierra Del Vino and we had the loveliest time. We had heard that Spain was experiencing a late winter this year and the weather has been colder, wetter, and windier than usual. It is always a welcome sight when we near our 'home' for the day. We had heard about two options in town and are glad we stayed exactly where we were.
Mama Carmen greeted us at the door. She quickly lead us into a warm sitting room where she offered us cold wine, soft bread, and wonderful sausages. After a few moments of chatting with the other peregrino's who had just arrived she showed us to our room. Her son Manuel and his wife Mercedes came by to answer any questions we might have or to assist with any needs that might arise. A heavy storm was predicted for the next day and we had considered taking the bus. We got the information we needed in the event we decided to go this way.
We were invited to eat dinner with their family at the family home nearby. We gladly accepted. We sat at the dinner table with a lovely fire burning and ate a wonderful meal of soup, salad, chicken, bread, spaghetti, local wine poured from a ceramic pitcher, and then flan and fruit. It was a special evening and we felt loved and cared for.
In the morning we had decided if it was raining when we walked out of the door we would take the bus. As we said our goodbyes and looked out the door we could see that it would indeed be a day to get a ride into town. We had agreed to meet another couple at the bus stop if the conditions were such and as we begin to walk away Mama Carmen and one of her other sons picked us up and offered too drive us in to Zamora. Before we could speak otherwise we were well on our way. We appreciated the ride as the rain was so heavy we could barely see the countryside from our warm, dry seat in the car.
We checked into our room rather early and decided to bundle up and walk to the laundry mat to wash and dry our clothes. We drank hot chocolate and ate warm churros while we did this chore. There were a few hours during the day in which the rain subsided and we enjoyed the beautiful city of Zamora.
Back on the road to Montamarta tomorrow. Weather is much colder than we had expected but the wind has always been at our backs. We will continue northward and are receptive to what lies ahead for us on this beautiful journey.
We find ourselves thinking of you as these days go by. Love this time to appreciate who you are to us. You are loved...Buen Camino.
Mama Carmen greeted us at the door. She quickly lead us into a warm sitting room where she offered us cold wine, soft bread, and wonderful sausages. After a few moments of chatting with the other peregrino's who had just arrived she showed us to our room. Her son Manuel and his wife Mercedes came by to answer any questions we might have or to assist with any needs that might arise. A heavy storm was predicted for the next day and we had considered taking the bus. We got the information we needed in the event we decided to go this way.
We were invited to eat dinner with their family at the family home nearby. We gladly accepted. We sat at the dinner table with a lovely fire burning and ate a wonderful meal of soup, salad, chicken, bread, spaghetti, local wine poured from a ceramic pitcher, and then flan and fruit. It was a special evening and we felt loved and cared for.
In the morning we had decided if it was raining when we walked out of the door we would take the bus. As we said our goodbyes and looked out the door we could see that it would indeed be a day to get a ride into town. We had agreed to meet another couple at the bus stop if the conditions were such and as we begin to walk away Mama Carmen and one of her other sons picked us up and offered too drive us in to Zamora. Before we could speak otherwise we were well on our way. We appreciated the ride as the rain was so heavy we could barely see the countryside from our warm, dry seat in the car.We checked into our room rather early and decided to bundle up and walk to the laundry mat to wash and dry our clothes. We drank hot chocolate and ate warm churros while we did this chore. There were a few hours during the day in which the rain subsided and we enjoyed the beautiful city of Zamora.
We find ourselves thinking of you as these days go by. Love this time to appreciate who you are to us. You are loved...Buen Camino.
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