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+title: Day 13 - A second wind
+date: 2019-06-11 22:38:02 +0159
+tags: [camino,caminodesantiago,jakobsweg]
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+Day 13 - A second wind … sorta
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+ Logroño to Nájera
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+… not writing these entries at the end of the bad is a bad idea. It’s now 2 days later and the day is kinda gone from my mind.
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+Today was the first day using the new shoes. 
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+Arrived in Nájera at 2pm an hour early for the Donation Albergue. There were about 4-5 people there at that point. As more started to arrive we put our backpacks down to form a queue without us having to stand (which mostly worked, a few people ignored it and jumped the queue when it was forming)
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+Place was fairly pleasant, definitely the staff. Mind for 1 room with 90 beds, there were only 2 toilets & 2 showers for the men and i assume the same for the women.
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+When I arrived they where just finishing up celebrating the festival. They had obviously had a street party as there was a long line of tables and chairs down a street (sadly I didn’t get a photo of it as I passed through, when I went back a couple of hours later they were taking it apart)
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+Bumped into Erica & Benny briefly as they collected their bags from the albergue. They had opted to stay somewhere else.
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+Had a couple of conversations with Victoria about how where she is they have this father / son bonding event where the son is “grows up”. Kinda fascinating.
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+Sadly missed going to the church here as it had closed when I went out. Apparently it has an interesting history, and contains a recessed cave & altar. Maybe a next time?
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+Washed clothes but because of the cold weather they hadn’t dried by bed time.
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+Managed to find a Chinese “restaurant” which was pretty decent. Too late for the menu of the day (which would have been a bargain) I had some chicken fried rice with crispy chilli beef (note it was a dry crispy chilli beef, no sauce) and some dumplings.
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+When I got back to the albergue a poor French man had “lost” his socks and a pair of boxer shorts. They had been removed from the line and no one knew where they had gone too. I offered him a pair of mine, but the albergue staff had already given Him some.
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+Earplugs in, let’s see how sleeping goes.
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