One of the villages I passed through today was Manjarin, with a population of one. A man by the name of Tomas renovated (I use that term loosely!) one of the abandoned houses and turned it into a very basic albergue.
Tomas is one of the Colourful Five Percent in life. He dresses like a Knights Templar, complete with a white tunic that has a large red cross on the front. Tomas watches for pilgrims and rings a bell each time one of us arrives in his village. His albergue has outside toilets and water from a well on the other side of the road. A bit too rustic for me I’m afraid. Instead, I chose the comforts of a little albergue in Molinaseca with single beds (it’s always a treat when I don’t have to contend with bunk beds).
It was still cold and windy when we arrived in Molinaseca. I was so chilled I wore my down sleeping bag to dinner, wrapped around me like a shawl!