Like the (shortly to be dead) guy said in the Godfather movie, "you gotta go you gotta go". So at 5:30 a.m., I found myself needing "to go". Once I was up, I heard the trail call. I didn't intend to do 27 km today, but I couldn't stop at 10:00 in the morning at my planned village. I'm committed to a short day tomorrow.
The Grado albergue is much like the Zamora albergue where Ruth and I were hosts exactly one year ago. It is on a much more popular Camino, but it only has 16 beds. It is 100% full every day. The hospitaleras here have promised a very nice breakfast, and I fixed myself too much pasta for dinner this afternoon. I didn't think I could finish it, but I was wrong.
Today's walk had a short section of dirt trail through nice woodland, but still had too much asphalt.
It might take a couple of days to find a new "Camino family", only two familiar faces here.