Day Thirty Two. 22.4 K., 13.9 Mi.
Written on May 31, 2014.
It's early morning and the trail winds it's way up a hill. When I get to the top I like to look behind me. Some of the greatest photos I have taken are of where I have been.
Theos, Francois, and Angel not far behind me.
Vern and I know of a place in the Meseta between Hornillos del Camino and Castrojeriz. It is a municipal Albergue, San Bol, that has had the reputation of being a hippie Albergue. We are fascinated by the claims of magic water. In our guide book it says, “the waters from the well are said to have healing properties and to cure aching feet”.
Sign and marker for San Bol.
Angel and I are walking together. Vern had said that he was going to stop in San Bol so we walk 100 meters off the Camino to see if he is still there.
Just in time to see Vern put his feet in the water.
Angel doesn't have to say anything. Her face shows how cold the water is!
I take a moment of mental preparation so that I am able to keep my feet in the water.
We go inside the Albergue to get warm and have breakfast that they are now serving.
Today is the first time that I see the Pilgrim dog. He is carrying his own pack. At a break in Hontanas he was even playing with a ball.
A pilgrim and his dog.
San Anton, ancient monastery. A road goes through the ruins.
There is an operational private Albergue here.
Lots of flowers on the path today.