The cockrel crows in Santo Domingo de la Calzada.

No the title is not Spurs related, there are cockrels kept in the cathedral here but I shall come to that later. So today I walked 13miles from Najera to Santo Domingo de la Calzada after a great but interesting night sleep. In my last entry I explained how the bunk beds were very close together, well I didn´t get a big snoring man I got a small attractive Korean girl. I thought all ould be well but at some point in the night she either decided that she wanted a cuddle or my half looked more comfortable. I was literally hanging off the edge of the bed at points as she snuggled up to me, she would then touch me and jump awake, returning to her side of the bed. Despite this I slept well and started at 7:30am. Nadia had gone ahead but we both met after 5.8km (sorry about the mix of miles and km distances, I work in miles but my book works in KM so any details in KM are just read from my book) in the town of Azofra where we had both stopped for breakfast. We were both feeling lethargic after two long days of walking so we decided to walk together.

The walk was easy but my feet ached from the previous two days and what was worse was that my mind was really not in the right place to inspire me to walk today, so it was a hard trudge. The first part of the path was between farmers fields and they obviously had a dislike for pilgrims (probably due to the fruit stealing I mentioned yesterday) and they were bombing down the path in tractors, it was very dangerous. So in the next town of Ciruena we stopped so I could eat the rest of my sandwich (had half in Azofra for breakfast) and a small tin of pringles I bought as a treat in Azofra. This picked up my mood and despite aching feet we flew into Santo Domingo. So it was a good walk and the company was good again. Nadia taught me lots of pidgeon English that they use in German and sayings that don´t make sense such as, when your fly is down "Your trouser shop is open" and instead of saying I don´t care "That´s me sausage", I combined the two and we laughed so hard. We seem to spend most of the time this way, it is good fun. We talk a lot about movies which I think I mentioned and I now have a list of even more movies that I have to see.

So about the cockrel. So basically this place has a story called "The miracle of the cock" and I don´t have time to type it out and Spanish computers are strange, ctrl + t doesn´t work (or ctrl + a for that matter) so I cannot open a new tab to wiki it for you. So if you do not know this story and you want to find out then go and look. But it is basically about how some mans chicken dinner got up off his plate and flew out of the window, I would have sacked the chef personally but they decided this meant they should keep two live fowl in the cathedral. So that is a very rough explanation but they are still there to this day and I am off to have a look at them soon. Apparently if they crow three times as you walk past (or something similar) then you will have a safe journey to Santiago, here´s hoping.

That´s pretty much it I think. I know I don´t explain much about these towns or the particular path that I have walked but at the end of the day I really can´t be bothered and time is short. So I apologise if some of you would rather know more about the places I am traveling rather than just what I am getting up to.

So tomorrow is 14.2 miles to Belorado, should be interesting. I hope that my feet are well rested by then. At least no other part of my body is giving me trouble, I am only experiencing fatigue. So it is all good. I think I am getting used to this though as each day is gathering pace now, it feels like only an hour ago that I was starting out this morning. This is bad, I need to try and stay in the present which is hard especially now parts of this trip have become routine.

I am off now. I need to find a place to eat tonight too, hopefully as good as the place last night. Meat and chips is always a winner.