"There is nothing like walking to get the feel of a country. A fine landscape is like a piece of music; it must be taken at the right tempo. Even a bicycle goes too fast."
~Paul Scott Mowrer, "The House of Europe"
|Sandra walking on one of the trails today on route to San Miguel Albergue|
in Hosptial De Orbigo just before arrival time and just before the rain
I checked my email after work today and found an email with some attached photos. Let's get right down to it.
You must be thinking that we fell off the face of the earth - but alas No!
|330km to Santiago as of March 21st|
We walked 28,7 kms in the rain on my birthday; Glenys had two fancy squares and candles for the celebrations. We ate and fell into bed dead tired. We arrived in Leon early on Saturday afternoon after walking 12.4 kms and booked into the Monastery with the Nuns for the night. Later that night after Glenys (enjoying final recovery of a stomach bug) got into bed I checked my feet that had been hurting that day and saw a red streek going from my small toe up my foot - a little scary in a foreign country!. Anyway I made my way downstairs to ask about the hospital and they got Sr. Monica for me because she speaks some English. Fortunately they had a sister would was a Dr. so they got her out of bed and when she checked me she informed me that I had an infection and needed antibotics and needed to stay off my feet for a few days!
Guess you´ve heard about pilgrims walking the Camino to Santiago in order for their sins to be forgiven - Well my penance was staying in bed in Leon on a beautiful hot day! Anyway we got back on the trail lunch time yesterday (Monday) and walked for 12.6 kms to a most beautiful home where we were served a lovely supper and slept in the loft. Headed off again this morning and have walked 8.9 kms, just ate lunch and are now heading to Hospital de Orbigo, another 12.7 kms. That makes us a little behind so we´ll have to see if we can make Santiago for Easter.Staying in Nunnery? Picturesque I'm sure, but c'mon now. Poverty - check. Obedience - maybe under the right circumstances? I'll leave it there for now, but let's just say I have visions of Whoopi Goldberg in Sister Act but without the singing.
With the gracious assistance of a gentlemen who ran one of the hostels, more photos and captions were sent along, so I'll leave them with you.
|Leon is famous for trout fishing in Spain. See the fellow sitting out by the bridge in the middle of the city fishing to his heart´s delight. A little different from Frank´s or Bp. Cy´s favorite Fishing Hole!!|
|These very big birds (ciguena) come back to wspain in the spring and make these huge nests in tall towers and lay their eggs. Don´t miss the first & last letters of the Greek Alphabet|
|This was a very friendly pilgrim in a small village today who had treats laid out for pilgrims and gave myself & Glenys handfuls for our pockets.|
|Sandra pearched by one of the many fountains in Spain (Not sure if she meant perched or preached? Either is possible - J)|
|One of our rest spots - Glenys pitched on a rock, gazing at the water and thinking that in so many ways things are like Newfoundland|