Tosantos

On the way to the tiny, 53 person, town of Tosantos, we passed into the autonomous region of Castilla y León and saw some neat, medieval relics. When there weren't cool things to look at, I read aloud to Tom as we walked (reading "Dawn" by Octavia Butler). Many times along the way we encountered the pungent odor of manure. To distract from the smell, Tom and I shared some philosophical dialogue on the Camino.

R: "We're doing pretty well today, timing-wise, don't you think?"
T: "Crossing the finish line is not the same thing as winning the race."
R: "I'm pretty sure if you're the only one who signs up for the race, that you win be default."
T: "Mmmk, little dawdler. Maybe your nickname will be the dawdle queen."
R: 😑

We opted for a longer (17+ mile) day as Tom was excited about having a unique experience at San Francisco de Asis, an albergue that offers sleeping mats, communal meals, and a prayer service with the ritual of reading notes by past pilgrims. When we arrived, they told us that they had no running water...so we're definitely getting a real pilgrim experience. I'm excited about putting my feet up. 👣Read more