The church at Azofra. The refugio was full, the kitchen floor was full, so people started to fill up the porch of the church. I gave up my place to someone else as I had a sleeping mat, and slept around the side of the church on a concrete path.
 
The evening was a great time. There was a chocolate fiesta - free chocolate for everyone, not sure why. The locals included the pilgrims in the celebration. To us, we felt a bit like intruders, but to the Azofrans I suppose the pilgrims are always there and just as much a part of village life as anyone else, it's just that they are different every day. Then someone discovered that the local store had under-the-counter, unlabelled red wine at a euro a go, so we had a bit of a fiesta of our own. For most of the people, it was a day off from hving to go to bed at ten, but by now, I was used to it.