This morning I asked Judy, the Australian woman, if she wanted to walk with us. What a treat she turned out to be! Filled with a can-do spirit, good humor and a smiling personality, she made the miles slip by easily. After 2 hair raising miles on the busy main road, we turned up the hill through olive groves and rolling hills planted with sunflowers. The silvery colored olive groves gave way to oak forests carpeted with intensely purple Spanish lavender, and bushes of rock roses bursting with cream-colored flowers sporting burgundy centers. It was a long, steady climb up through the fragrant flowers and herds of brown cows. The cubic white houses of Castilblanco de los Arroyos spill down the hillsides, forming graphic patterns of light and shadow against the blue sky.
In town we found a pretty church with multiple stork nests on high places. Many of the storks were involved in what we think is a mating ritual. They move their heads in intricate ways, fluff out their wing feathers, and communicate with a series of clacking noises by slapping their bills together.Their rhythms and dance were fascinating to watch and listen to. The storks migrate each year between Spain and North Africa, and some of the nests have been occupied for hundreds of years.
This morning I woke up with a sore throat and by tonight it was obvious that I needed help. I located the Farmacia, whining, “yo Soy inferma” (I am sick) while pointing to my throat. “Necesito dormir.” (I need to sleep) Presto! Drugs to make me sleep, something to snort for my nose, and some tasty orange things to chew up every 4 hours. The Farmacias in Spain are great! You can get over the counter, reasonably priced medicines that in America would require a visit to the Doctor and a prescription. Feeling much better already, we went to a sidewalk cafe to meet other Pilgrims. I was trying to ask what they served breakfast, and the owner flagged a Spanish man over. He started explaining in perfect, fluent, rapid German exactly what was on the menu. I had this completely dumbfounded look on my face, as my German is worse than my Spanish. He kept trying and trying until I finally said, “Yo soy Americana”. The entire bar was in hysterics. My German genetics must have been showing powerfully because they were really sure that was where I came from. It was so much fun because everyone started talking among the tables and laughing under the stars of the clear, warm Spanish night. What a sweet way to end a beautiful day of walking.
Distance from Guillena to Castilblanco de los Arroyos= 11.4 Miles
Actual Distance Walked=11.80 Miles
Accommodations= Municipal 24 Bed Albergue above the town, 5 Euro.