Castrojeriz

Last night I was blessed, along with a group of other pilgrims, by the sweetest group of nuns, and given a Miracle Medal to wear. So nice! Then went straight to the bar and chanted with a German guy, a Croatian guy and a woman from Turkey. Why didn’t I think to get a picture?? They were talking about relations between the three countries, and it was really interesting. The Turkish woman and I agreed that her president sucks but not nearly as much as mine does.

This morning began in rain. It never got hard, or windy, and eventually it cleared off. I launched into the Meseta, and it was as wonderful as I remembered. Put me in a haiku frame of mind:

Step by step - simple.
Soft rain a benediction
On my red poncho

Again, and again,
Just keep unwrapping this gift
is the lesson learned.

Chatter behind Me -
up off the bench and go, feet!
I prefer quiet.

Bashō I am not, but it kept me entertained.

Saw what must be a salamander of some sort - tiny little legs I could barely see. Anybody able to ID it?

Arriving in Castrojeriz I of course note the ruins of a castle high on the hill above. Last time Morgan and Olly egged me on and we climbed up, in wicked heat, and explored. I gave it a friendly wave this time and called it good.En savoir plus