More scenery, similar to yesterday, that I need to document.
Arrived in Zamora, a historic city which is filled with Spanish tourists for Easter week.
Checked out the castle, cathedral, tapestries, processional preparations.
All of your time on the Camino cannot be sublime. Upon arrival at the albergue, certain tasks must be completed – paperwork, laying claim to a bottom bunk, unpacking entire pack, charging phone, showering, washing socks and underpants as a minimum, hanging to dry while there is sun, rearranging things to minimize commotion when returning in the evening.
In a small village, when that is all done (or before) you can retire to the local bar for a beer and some tapas while you wait for the pilgrim dinner to be offered (sometimes as early as 7). However, in a Spanish city, the pilgrims need to fend for themselves, and food is not easy to find between 3:30 and 8:30. I was reluctant to wait until 8:30 in Zamora because the city is packed with tourists and I had a strict 10 p.m. curfew. Furthermore, Easter processions were starting at 8:30 and at midnight.
My dinner, in the end, was:
- Primer plato: Magnum ice cream bar
- Segundo: Slice of empanada of ham, cheese and dates
- Bebida: Gin and tonic
- Postre: Large chocolate eclair.
Back in the albergue, snug in my sleeping bag, I got to listen to the drums of the processions, thousands of people passing in the streets, and some gentle snoring within the room.