Night 11 granon parish hostel

An absolutely special to the camino experience. I arrive at ~ 3:30 pm quite tired in the village of granon, the 1 1/2 hour walk from santo Domingo has not been pretty. As Usual the center of the village is the church and I follow the yellow arrows around and around in a circle and it starts to rain, a little old Spanish lady points to the door next to the church, ahaa this looks promising, I push open the door into a dark stone walkway, up a few steps, there is a notice and a place to put walking shoes, I take off my shoes, always a good feeling each afternoon, there are maybe 6 other pairs on the stone ledge, I continue, the stone passage gets darker, a few more stone steps and a place to leave walking sticks, reluctantly I leave mine behind and open a door with a notice in 6 languages to close the door, a few more stone steps, it's getting darker, I'm feeling nervous , another door with the same notice and there is light and a large room with 2 familar faces, eniss and my camino guide uwe and I drop the 2 empty water bottles I have been carrying as I take off my backpack. The atmosphere is tranquill and light and the 2 german hospetilerios very warm and welcoming, they offer lemon water and pasta tomato natural, I except the water but am not hungry and watch the young "biggish" spaniard devour a couple of plates. I am shown the sleeping arrangements, on mats on the floor in the attic, it looks charming but quite close to the belfry and the bells will chime every half hour throughout the night, but this will not be as bad as the biggish spaniard snoring up a strorm, somehow I get some sleep.