A dead and soulless town.
May 10th
Navarrette to Cirueña.
22 Miles


I didn’t sleep very well last night. I seemed to be awake as much as I slept. Maybe it was because of the lie-in in the morning. I didn’t feel too tired, though, this morning.
We’re beginning to see Kilometre posts, now. The last one we saw today said 568 Kms.
We got up at 6:15 to get on the road earlier, because we had a long day ahead of us.
As we set out, there was a mist which kept temperatures down and made for nice walking conditions.
We had to do 11 miles before we met the first restaurant at which we could have breakfast. That was in Nareja, and it took us from 6:40 to 9:30 to reach it.

We had intended going all the way to Santo Domingo de la Calzada, but when we reached the village of Cirueña, we decided we’d done enough.
The day had become quite sunny and hot by then, and the path was through open fields, with absolutely no shelter. We had covered 21 miles in 6 hours walking time and we’d had enough.
We went to the Albergue Victoria, but it was full, booked out. Municipal hostels do not take bookings, giving beds on a first-come-first-served basis. Private albergues can, and do, take bookings.
This was why the Victoria was full. Also we noticed 6 or 8 bags in the hallways, which had been transported ahead of their owners. Believe it or not, some pilgrims just walk with a bottle of water and some food in a light backpack, while their luggage is sent ahead.
Fortunately, the Albergue Virgen de Guadalupe was nearby and had beds, so we didn’t have to do the last 5K+ to Santo Domingo.
It’s rather basic, and dinner consists of rice, lentils and chorizo, with no alternative on offer. We have noticed that lentil soup is offered universally on the Camino.
The village is quite run down, even the church is a bit of a wreck. It doesn’t seem to be in use. Next to the village is a new village with new houses and apartments, most of which seem never to have been used. There is also a golf course, with a driving range.

My friend, John Finn @Carrigman, who is a stage ahead of us on the road, warned me against staying in Cirueña, calling it ‘a dead and soulless town’. I can’t disagree with him, but them’s the breaks.






























