Once again we began our day on the camino before sunrise. This medieval stone column once marked a border. Although I have no idea when or by whom it was placed, it is still pretty amazing that it has withstood thousands of years here on the camino.
We came over this hill and ran the sprinkler gauntlet. So now we can claim to have both run and hiked the camino.
Hope. It comes in all forms. After hiking on agricultural roads through fields for hours, low on water and getting hungry, you begin slowing down. When will the next pueblo come? Just as you begin to lose hope, a tip of a church steeple appears out of nowhere. Suddenly there is an added zest in our stride. Hope. A village. Ahhh a Cafe. Rest. Recharge. Back on the camino.
Each pueblo, no matter how small, inevidibly offers some peregrino related monument, artwork or sign. It is really neat to see how each town tries to outdo the other.
We make it a point to visit every church along the way. Most are open. Some look very plain on the outside, but are absolutely ornate on the inside.
Sandy seems to be taking this pilgrim thing to the extreme. However, the chicken was quite tasty.
Another river, another historic bridge.
We are starting to see lots of storks along the way. They make a distinctive throaty call and are a very huge bird.
Today we were supposed to stop at Ganon, but after meeting the hosts and checking out their 2 alburgues, we continued on to the next town. We are spending the night in a small, clean, yet a bit cramped Albergue with 30 peregrinos, 5 of which we started together, drifted apart and now have come together again. This camino thing is pretty amazing.
Sandy with Bo from Sweden. Met him on day 1, kilometer 1.
Bo is a realy good guy.
Long day – 26 km (16 miles)