It was just Jeff and I yesterday until we reached our albergue. We were first to check in to our eight bunk bed room. As I was putting the throw away sheet over the vinyl covered mattress, Adrian and Linda arrived. And another aussie couple arrived . All of a sudden, there are five Australians in the one room out of eight. Amazing coincidence. We didn’t see any of the usual pilgrims as we were two kilometres from the central part of Castrjeris. The old church was like a museum and worth the euro it cost to enter. After a second hot chocolate, with rain about, I was happy to relax on my bed. Most albergues have vinyl lined mattresses to help with the control of bed bugs. You put a throw away sheet over and then use your sleeping bag. In my case, a sheet bag, as it always gets hot when everyone is snoring and farting. That includes the women. And a sheet is lighter and takes up less space than a bag. In the evening, back to my favourite cafe for a beer with olives 🫒 😋, a sangria with my pizza, and my third hot chocolate absolutely drowned in Bailey’s Irish cream  for dessert. More rain and rainbow before hurrying back to the albergue before some broken sleep, waking up to the heat in the room from all the tired bodies and noises. This morning quite cold as we are around eight hundred metres above sea level. A nice walk out of the village under ominous rain clouds on flat paths for the first three kms. Then whammo, more than a kilometre track, many S bends,it’s so steep. By the time we reach the top, we’re at nine hundred plus metres. It levelled out,and then a nasty sharp downhill. Over another six kilometres, a bit higher again, a food truck was a welcome sight for a well earned, ham  and egg bagel for breakfast. Maybe three ks on again, I was happy to reach a village cafe so as to use their facilities, cos I might have had one to many hot chocalates yesterday. As I walk Into the bar, yep, Bren and Angelo. Bren blamed the inn keeper for his early brew. As we were leaving, Helen, Mark and their friends arrived. Bren and Ang left in front of us and were in a hurry to cover the next ten ks to the next village. So far the rain has held off, and we’re walking on reasonably level natural paths. Just as we reach Boadilla, the rain starts, but we’re safely inside and happy to make it to another WC. Who’s at the bar, you  guessed it, Bren, and I think Ang was joining him by now. I had a cup of tea and ham and tomato, lettuce baguette. By the time we leave, sunny again. Only six to go. A pleasant walk along a huge canal. I’m thinking of buying a boat, as I could ferry the wounded pilgrims the last bit to Fromista. Again, as we arrived, we took refuge in a bar as the rain started again. Didn’t need the poncho today. Minutes later, Bren arrived and had a beer, as he and Ang had another three kms to go. Jeff and I had one hundred metres to go. Checked in to our hotel, which was a bit more than advertised, but two proper beds and a bath, I certainly wasn’t going to argue. I laid in a hot bath for at least half hour before giving it up for Jeff. Tonight hopefully catching up with Helen and Mark, and their friends. We did catch up with Adrian and Linda a couple of times, Jeff said he saw them,and they were staying in the albergue next door.