I call it “a gorgonzola albergue” because it has its walls literally covered with different types of mold. It looks like WW1 field lazarette, cold and humidity everywhere. Beds really shaky, showers not worthy of risking without flipflops. It’s donativo, but the porter still frowned upon our 5 euros for each. No wifi, no kitchen - you wouldn’t cook there eather way, trust me.