monday was the day that never was– a day of finding lost things, catching busses, missing busses, being missed by busses, hitching rides from cars and trucks, backtracking and adventuring. On Monday I ate a cricket. I also held a puppy. Tuesday was a day walking again, starting from where we left off Monday morning. In Hornillos del Camino I ran into a friend who lives here during the summers— happy reunions.

In Leon.

“The road goes ever on and on- out from the door where it began.”

In Sahagún with wonderful company and tall, magnificent ceilings.

In Sahagun

Sahugun

“Pepper, cumin, oregano…” Izzy looks cautiously at another spice. “curry? uh…fuck it…just fuck it” she dumps it into a pot of rice and veggies.

Ledigos

Sahugun spain.

In Villaviciosa after a fairly easy (but with some slippery patches of mud as a reminder) walk, first in a  light rain,  then in warm sun, from La Isla. Highlight: getting into a church built in 921 CE that still has some original coloring on ceilings and walls, along with an original stone baptismal font. (Wait out front of the house next door until the woman on the second floor sees you, opens her window and asks if you want the key to the church.)  Oh, and also when I asked two road workers if this road goes to Villaviciosa and they said, yes, in 3 km, and I asked,  “And Santiago?” and one guy said, “Just 1 km more.”