After a lovely hot shower, and a short rest, I looked out the window,  and although the sun was shining, it was coming down very heavy, and the weather had become quite cold. I put on my thermals under my shorts and wore my jacket for the first time. I would have been happy to stay in our lovely fortress. Don’t know if I would have survived the night without food though. After the rain eased, it was only a one hundred metre dash to the bar. It was packed with pilgrims. We all chatted and drank merrily. Alistair,Jeff, Helen, Mark, and I popped across the square and gorged on some nice food,  washed down with two bottles of wine. We shared some tapas, and I then had a tuna steak with roast potato slices. All main meals come with roast potatoes or chips. You really don’t see vegetables. My dessert was a delicious flam. Back at the bar, the talk was about possible shortages of accommodation, especially this weekend being a long weekend. Jeff and I were fortunate that Helen had booked a room with four beds, and we would share that at our next destination in San Juan.I also booked a room for Jeff and I for the following  night in Burgos. At the end of the day, you don’t really want to walk on to another village looking for a bed, especially if you’ve walked a 25 km plus day. This morning cold start to the day. Heavy cloud,but bits of blue about. After six ks,still no rain and we found a cafe for breakfast. A couple of kilometres further, I felt I needed to go. Normally like clock work I go before I leave the albergue. That didn’t work out today. Just as I was looking for a bush, I spotted a town  not far away and I was grateful to use the cafe’s facilities. The first twelve kilometres was very pleasant, apart from sections next to the freeway feeling the earth shake from the semi trailers roaring by. The next twelve was a lot tougher as there were some steep climbs. Also lots of water gathered on the natural paths,and a bit of mud, but nothing serious. The paths are a lot softer which is kinder to the feet. Jeff and I walked the whole way on our own today. Saw pilgrims, and chatted for a short time, but, just me and him. After the ascents and descents, I think Jeff must have sniffed some jet fuel, as all of a sudden he bolted. I managed to stick with him, and when he caught up with this young bloke,the youngster started to walk faster. Jeff took up the challenge, tilted his head back,looked across at his oponent, and went again. His oponent did the same. I was galloping by this stage to keep up. In the end, the youngster had nothing left and retreated. When I also passed, the young man looked defeated. After we arrived at San juan,a few minutes later our oponent arrived and told us, he was going to be next town, I thought he’s fit, but then I saw him get into a cab. Each to their own. Helen and Mark arrived after us and we booked into the albergue, and I was happy to get the pack off my back.