#32-Walking the Camino-May 23, 2016

30th walking day

de Melide a Castaneda

Book - 5 miles

Map My Walk- 5 1/2 miles, 3 hours

Fitbit/ 16,917 steps, 6 miles

Today I am thankful that I am a member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints

Good deed-today I allowed someone to try to do a good deed. We are in this little town of Castaneda, pop 159. There is nothing here but a few people and sheep in the fields. On the way 

in we stopped for lunch at bar #1

And proceeded a ways down the Camino to our albergue and bar #2

As Dad was resting his feet I went exploring this hamlet 

And confirmed what I already knew- not even a tienda or 7/11.  I'm walking down the road in front of the hostel....

And approaching the edge of town and sheep fields; this little old man came bursting out of his front door gesticulating wildly that this way was,"No Camino"and I need go back and go that way. I explained in my very best Spanish that I have an uncanny sense of direction and that I was simply looking for a store where I could buy candy bars. I walked on, and he was, I think, disappointed that he hadn't saved me from being lost.   So that was my good deed. My actions allowed him to think that he was doing a good deed. 

You've seen by all the pictures that there are those horreos everywhere even though the are not used nowadays. 

We passed this delightful house just outside Melide, perfectly cared for with a manicured yard, and there right by the walkway to the front door was a miniature Horreo - for decorative purposes only. 

Now tell me, remove the cross and add another steeple, and you have the Manti Utah Temple!  

We have learned that the old horreos in their days of glory were mostly used to store grain. Here's an old one- you can't really see it- but between the vertical slats, dried ears of corn can be seen

Some random photos along the way

This nice house with, in the lower left hand corner a statue of----Aunt Jemima beconning us to come in for pancakes and syrup or practicing her twirls. 

And here, I think is the last photo in the silage series. Remember I told you the Dinotruck was carrying a massive mouthful of yumminess to the cows. I can understand how the "loaf" of fermenting silage was so evenly bitten away. 

We are walking fewer miles per day now, and can smell the roses along the way.

We are walking on the final 100km of the trail to Santiago. We're halfway to the end

There was some excitement on the road. The cows came home.

I know some of you are wishing that you, too, could walk the Camino de Santiago.

Here is a post from someone in South Africa who has figured out a way for those who don't have 4-5 weeks, to have a virtual challenge

"So you have been back home for a year now and missing that elusive Camino feeling and thinking of walking again.......

.....Well, there is good news.
You can now achieve that same feeling from the comfort of your very own lounge suite

Sleep in your sleeping bag in a different room of the house every day,
covered by a blanket the dog sleeps on
with the worst pillow you have
or better, with your fleecy stuffed with old clothes

wash your clothes by hand in the basin using the same sliver of soap you showered with

sit outside your front gate for 4 hours, waiting for somebody to unlock the house

ask your family to shine a torch in your eyes while youre sleeping

walk to the store and buy one bun, one slice of choritzo, one slice of cheese, and one banana

order the food by pointing and sign language

strike up conversations with strangers and pretend youve known them your whole life

tell them the reason youre doing it

ask them if they're comfortable in shoes, or if they'd have preferred boots

then follow them around for 15 minutes

go to a new restuarant and order your meal while holding the menu upside down and reading in the reflection of a mirror, in poor lighting

wear all the clothing you can, then ask the neighbour to spray you soaking wet with the garden hose

irritate your family by making loud tapping sounds with a spoon on a plate to emulate the sound of trekking poles

drink 3 litres of water a day

"go" in the garden

pick fruit from your neighbours tree

pop 3 painkillers with your glass of wine

take many photos of ridiculous arrow-like objects

knock on the door of your neighbour 3 doors down and ask if they have baked any fresh bread

go to the post office and post some clothing back to yourself

get dressed in the dark and put on some damp clothing

go to the local pub and ask the barman to stamp your passport

Go to an outdoor cafe, take off shoes and socks and start picking at your toes."

We were minding our business in our room with the window when two women came up and stood right in front of the window and talked loudly!!! Then suddenly a small bus drives up and stops. It's a school bus -but not yellow like ours. It's 5:00 pm and kids pile out. 

And dinners long with the cows coming home to be milked

James, the son of Zebedee, is styled as the Greater.  The Acts of the Apostles record that James was executed by a sword and is  the only apostle whose martyrdom is recorded in the New Testament. Thus he is traditionally believed to be the first of the twelve apostles to be martyred for his faith.

Peter, James, and John were key leaders in the New Testament church. Christ took only Peter, James and John with him on a number of sacred occasions such as when he raised a dead child and the time he suffered in Gethsemsne. 

The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints teaches that James has been resurrected and that in 1829 he- along with the resurrected Peter and the translated John- visited Joseph Smith and restored the priesthood authority with apostolic succession to earth