May 26, 2015 Last night we were inundated with party pilgrims at dinner who frightened the Flying Dutchman with their middle aged woman raunchy sex talk. I was at a table with The Englishman who we walked 35 km just to get away from the other day and somehow he still found us. The Englishman … Continue reading Day 13 – Rabe de las Calzados to Castrojeriz