You never know what you'll find.
The last one is from the town we entered two days ago.
We walked and walked to get up to this church/monastario? Then on a search for a bed, we walked clear to the opposite side of town. I never got in it as my feet were't going to let me walk back so far.
We stayed in a traditional albergue that night Day 19. No cell phones allowed, limited facilities. The big fat man took pity on mother and daughter and took us to two lower beds in concrete cells with mattresses. So grateful for that. We woke up to Gregorian Chant, and then the fat man walking through opening the windows to the cold morning air. He had great cafe con leche waiting for us..