The monastery turned out to be more than a little disorganized, but my Swedish friend and I decided to to walk down road to the town of Bolivar and managed some pinchos and wine. Good thing too, since dinner turned out to be one large pot of corkscrew pasta and nothing else. Oh well… The room was fine. Breakfast was only going to be bread and jam, so we set off at 8:00am during a gorgeous sunrise and about an hour on found an open cafe where I managed to have coffee and a large plate of Jamon. After that it was a solid day of muddy up and down but eventually arrived in Gernika (note this is the Basque spelling) and immediately found a lovely shaded plaza for lunch. After checking into the hotel and washing clothes and boots I did a walking tour. A lovely town with a replica of the famous Picasso painting, then to the Basque parliament building and various other places. Ended up at the same plaza and ensued a nice afternoon chatting with a German who used to sell BMW motorcycles and is now retired and driving around in a camper van. Quite the character. 31,777 steps.