After
breakfast walked out of the “Cubo de la Tierra del Vino”. Passed and was passed
by several of the person from the albergue. But it was a quiet morning at the
meseta. Decided to have a meal break with a bocadillo at a bar in “Villanueva
de Campeán”. The guy from Bibao came in and after a while the owner took a
photo of us. After the stop we continued together. 
After the stop it was meseta, and more meseta, and even more meseta. For me a warm day in the sun of the plains. After an hour or so we caught up with the other Basque.
It was the day of the hormigas, of the ants. They were everywhere swarming, flying, creeping, It filling the air and the ground. For km after km. All of the time.
Eventually the three of us and some ants reached Zamora, crossed the old stone bridge and found the albergue housed in an old renovated building. The albergue had hopitaleros/as from the Netherlands. So as a change I could speak English. The room filled quickly. All Spaniards except me and a guy from South Africa.
Now the blisters start coming. Hmmm!
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