June 18. Larrasoana to Cizur Menor. 20.9km. Waking up to our own alarm at 6 in our own room at the hotel, we packed and headed across the street to the market for breakfast and lunch supplies for the day. During the night the rain moved in. We would be hiking in the rain today. At the market we ate a pilgrims breakfast of bread, yogurt, juice, and of course cafe conleche. Heading down the trail we were feeling sore muscles resisting our plans to move on down the camino. Toughed it out! As you hike you meet and greet people along the way. You pass them while they adjust their gear or take a break and then they pass you as you do the same later. The locals you pass are very polite and encouraging with words of support, "buen camino", and as expected Lorie returns with some spanish jargon I assume is a polite response back. I´ll catch on soon. We ended our day at 3pm at the anticipated albergue with plenty of beds and a wonderful host. Many of the people we had been hiking with stopped at the same albergue. We did some laundry and hung it up to dry outside during the break in the weather and then rested and visited with other pilgrims. Supper was at a local establishment with two other couples we met on the trail, one Dutch, Elzenga was her maiden name (Chris and Rog, her father was from Friesland - sp? her dad had family who came to midwest and farmed, 1940s or 50s. Not sure of names), the other couple are Australian who work in an international school in China. Our albergue has 3 rooms of bunkbeds where your bunk in inbetween two others. Mayber 27 people in the albergue. You can´t be modest. Lights out at 10pm. Buen Camino.