As deliciously sacred as the night before was, the early morning was nearly the opposite. First of all, I was awakened during the night by someone yelling in Spanish and banging loudly on the locked gate.

I woke up from my night in Hornillos already anticipating getting the to Anton Monastery. I didn’t know what to expect, but the few people who had stayed there told me it was one of the highlights of their Camino.