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On the road to Hornillas del Camino
A very remote town in a dusty part of Spain. From my journal: "This is the first time on the Camino when I have felt the remoteness of the land." I knew this feeling from traveling in the US. It felt like we were in a remote town forgotten by the rest of the country.
From my journal: "If you want authentic you can find it here. Dogs barking outside our window. That's a joke about it being authentic here. It is authentic of course. It is just so intensely authentic that it is an understatement to point it out."
Hornillos del Camino streets
Hornillos del Camino streets. It was hot and the town was lonely. There was no money. There never had been any money. The streets looked as they have looked two hundred years before.
18 Calle San Pedro.
Hornillos del Camino streets 3
Of course many Peregrinos walk through this town. But not many of them stop here. They drop a few dollars in the albergue and move on.
I loved it in Hornillos. It was lost and poor and ancient and I am a romantic. I sang the classic Dylan song over and over:
You’re blowing down the sacred streets Listening to my heart beat In the record-breaking heat
And best of all:
In the hills of mystery In the foggy web of destiny You can have what’s left of me Where we were born in time
31d Calle Real in Hornillos del Camino streets
Margie and Dorothy in Hornillos del Camino. Our credentials say that we were at the Hornillos Meeting Point Albuerge, but I think I also remember Casa Rural. My memory was we had a double bed above the back yard, facing toward the back.
We had paella for dinner and ate too much. There was an Alimentacion nearby where we bought dried figs in little plastic bags.
The flower pots in the windows caught my eye.
The bright colors of the flowers against the yellow rock and white cement.
Streets leading off from the main road weren't really streets. Just footpaths between stone walls.
Old wooden beams holding up part of a house. It was dry on this day, but we did have rain on the Mesada. How long would these beams last?
Empty paths leading back to a time when there were no cars, no roads, few books, and few services. Dusty lives lived in the sun and rain. They were probably just as bright as own lives, but we can't imagine them now....