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| A typical Camino scene, from the top of a hill. In many places we walk on dirt roads. |
On Wednesday. I did a little tourism, visited the folklore museum, (Arte y tradiciones) and then the the Prado art museum. the Prado had a Greco exhibit; I like Greco. Thursday was another travel day. I took the bus to Burgos, but was too tired for tourism. The local bus took me to Castrojeriz. The hotel/restaurant/bar was good; I perked up being able to talk to other pilgrims. I had my first good night of sleep, getting over jet lag, in a private room.
Friday I walked 12km through an agricultural area to Itero de la Vega. Everthing was green and pretty. Another nice place to stay; I had a private room, rather than a dorm. One of the workers, Polina, is from Ukraine; when I said that she was a long way from home, she said that she had no home, that this was now her home. Sad to hear. There was a nice communal pilgrim dinner.
Saturday I walked 13 km to Fromista. I was moving slowly. At one point I got off route, and I needed to cross a ditch to get back on route. I was working my way out of the ditch, when another pilgrim saw me and extended his stick. That's the spirit of the Camino.
I checked into the hotel San Pedro and attended an organ concert at the church, followed by Mass, and a men's choir. it is the festival of St. Telmo. i was beat, and decided to stay another night. I had breakfast at the bakery with a Swedish Lutheran priest who I had met at the previous stop; we talked church matters.
I had dinner again at the Chiringuito restaurant. I sat at the pilgrims table, and one of the other pilgrims admired my scallop shell necklace, so she bought one. Then, as I was leaving, someone else at the table bought one. The owner of the restaurant admired it also, and he traded me a meal for a scallop shell. Perhaps I should've brought more scallop shells with me. I was not too energetic today, clearly it was smart to stay put.
I hope to walk 12 km tomorrow.
