Epic Hikes of the World ( PDFDrive )

Sometime in the early afternoon I would reach an albergue, one of the hostels
along the Camino that provide accommodation for pilgrims. The most memorable
were atmospheric places in ancient parochial buildings, with dinners eaten at
communal tables and bunks up in the rafters. Other places had swimming pools; in
the hot summer weather the cool relief of a dip in a river or pool was the refreshing
highlight of the day.
Often I would get the heads-up about a good albergue from one of the pilgrims
who had walked the Camino before. Stefan and Carina, a German couple in their
twenties who had met on the Camino and were re-walking the route on their
honeymoon, were a good source of information.
It was Stefan who told me about Anya’s house in the village of Ages. The timberframed
house with pink exterior walls looked like it belonged in a fairy tale, as did
Anya herself, a Norwegian woman in her sixties with long grey hair. There was room
in her loft for eight people.