Yes, we could not complain about any of the albergues on our way … at the end of each day we were just so glad to have a clean bed to rest! Some of them have really huge dorms (30 beds in one room) and for some pilgrims this is a bit scary and they would therefor choose a hotel … but that never bothered us.
I have spent a lifetime living in communal accommodation one way and another. In 2017 I went to see a friend in Holland and had packed for four days in a hotel in a tiny carry-on rollalong.
I came back three months and eight countries later and stayed most of my time in Youth Hostels, although I suppose I should no longer call them that, the “grey brigade” are taking over. I love them.
There is something magic about sitting in a hostel common room, playing the guitar, having a beer and chatting with people that are young enough to be your grandchildren (I was 57 then). It would certainly dispel a lot of retired people’s myths about “the youth of today”.
If you get really bored, you might want to have a look, it is the ultimate in “flying by the seat of your pants” travel. That is why I was in Luxembourg when the boots died!
Yes, all those times in the communal area in a hostel or albegue are wonderful memories. I’ve already read your first post on your European trip … looking forward spending more time there!
Thank you so much but I warn you it goes on a bit. The whole thing gets a bit out of control after about five days but it was one of my most enjoyable trips ever.
Wet and Dusty Roads 
The standard of the albrgues seems to be consistently good, this looks like another beauty
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Yes, we could not complain about any of the albergues on our way … at the end of each day we were just so glad to have a clean bed to rest! Some of them have really huge dorms (30 beds in one room) and for some pilgrims this is a bit scary and they would therefor choose a hotel … but that never bothered us.
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I have spent a lifetime living in communal accommodation one way and another. In 2017 I went to see a friend in Holland and had packed for four days in a hotel in a tiny carry-on rollalong.
I came back three months and eight countries later and stayed most of my time in Youth Hostels, although I suppose I should no longer call them that, the “grey brigade” are taking over. I love them.
There is something magic about sitting in a hostel common room, playing the guitar, having a beer and chatting with people that are young enough to be your grandchildren (I was 57 then). It would certainly dispel a lot of retired people’s myths about “the youth of today”.
If you get really bored, you might want to have a look, it is the ultimate in “flying by the seat of your pants” travel. That is why I was in Luxembourg when the boots died!
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Yes, all those times in the communal area in a hostel or albegue are wonderful memories. I’ve already read your first post on your European trip … looking forward spending more time there!
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Thank you so much but I warn you it goes on a bit. The whole thing gets a bit out of control after about five days but it was one of my most enjoyable trips ever.
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