Book- 11.82 miles
Map My Walk - 13.75 miles, 6 1/4 miles
Fitbit - 33,685 steps, 13.93 miles
Today Dad learned - every hill has a top. Just keep going
My quote of the day - by the end of this we'll be stronger.....or broken
Leaving Castrojeriz was sad because (.....we had a great room) it is my favorite room so far. It is located at the base of this big hill and not on the top - hurrah!
And a castle on top - which we did not walk up to see. The Romans used the castle to protect the lucrative gold mines in the area
In the tenth century the city got a charter that was very progressive for its day the punishment for killing a Jew was the same as for killing a Christian.
On the wall of one of the four churches are the ominous carved skulls with the message "O Mors", Latin for Oh death.
Walking through town we saw
A telephone booth - our first in Spain
A hand shaped door knocker on a door
And yet another fountain and a new motif
As we walked through town we chatted with a young man from London - an aspiring stage actor who would not likely say no to any acting job.
He asked us why we were doing the Camino. We said we're retired and have wanted to do it for a long time. And to be kinda spiritual I said I was focusing on being thankful for my blessings. I asked him why he was doing the Camino. He said he wanted to find his inner self and learn to love himself. He thought he would not do a good job being another character if he didn't even know or like himself.
And then he walked on to catch up with his companion. I thought about this for awhile and concurred that his goal was a good one. Which made me think of how lucky we are as church members that we teach the values of self worth to our youth as a matter of course. Here is a link to the young women's theme - they all have it memorized
You can see more windmills in the distance and you can also see most of the small hills have been completely terraced. It must have been done ages ago cuz we can't see anything growing.
Except now new plants have been planted (Dad thinks they are rosemary bushes) with protective plastic sleeves to keep hungry animals away.
And then we're going back down. 18% grade going down
It was magnificent view of the valley below. The green wheat fields were vibrant, the sky magnificent, the birds were chirping, and we knew it was our last significant hill of the day
We passed by this little shrine for someone born in 1969 and who died two years ago. We see these often, and people often leave notes or other photos under a rock
We entered our little town of Boadillas. I swear it looks like a movie set for a WWII movie and this town lost. I tried two days ago to book a double room in a B&B but there were none so we are in a three star hotel. We feel like the rich and famous rather than simple peregrinos from Oregon. The albergues in this town are very basic and seem to be full of refuges so we don't care how much this room costs. The hotel is on the plaza
The rest of the afternoon we still walked through farm land but it was much more " civilized" than the previous two days.
Flowers alongside the path.
Cornflower (or Batchelor Buttons)
White daisy
Lupine that probably escaped from a field
A plowed field waiting for corn. And grapes again
We ate lunch in this rest area. Pretty substantial picnic tables in which no one can carve their names
Hotel entrance and inside
We're at a communal dinner for hotel people and albergue people. Incredibly yummy food. Soup, not pictured, and a beef segundo plate
Back to our delightful room and much needed rest.
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