Day Twenty Seven. 25.1 K., 15.6 Mi.
Written on May 26, 2014.
There are a few villages on the way to Belorado today. It helps to have a place to sit and have coffee or juice every few miles. Angel has met an American from Michigan, Steve Allen.
Vern, Angel, a cat, and Steve Allen.
Most of the way today I walked by myself. Vern and Angel were walking ahead to Belorado. Two Pilgrims were hitchhilking. The husband's leg was hurting, he thought it would injure his leg more to walk the two miles to Belorado. One of the owners of Albergue Cuatro Cantones drove from Belorado to pick them up.
Most of the landscape today looked like this.
Belorado is a city with many murals throughout. Some are very sophisticated. Some are intricate and some are tags.
A beautiful mural in Belorado.