In hindsight, I probably should have gotten off the bus a few towns short of Leòn, but that was a done deal – the downside of making a spur of the moment decision. I arrived at the cusp of another festival, so the city was jumping. And perhaps I should have spent two days there, so I could have done some sightseeing. But, to be honest, I have grown tired of seeing churches and other ostentatious buildings. Speaking of – here’s a bit of one of Gaudi’s structures.
The cathedral was closed, and I was not moved to take any pictures. But the next day there was a market by the cathedral, so I did take pictures of that.
It was a long, long walk out of Leòn, which went on for miles from city to industrial. But I passed a group of medieval pilgrims on a school outing, and they were delighted to see me!
The rest of the way was uneventful, even after reaching farmland and then small villages.
I stopped in Mazarife and ran into Kerry and Nancy from Santa Barbara, whom I’d met at Orisson. Neither the albergue nor the town were anything to write home about, but it was fun seeing them.
It was on the road again the next day. Later.
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So glad to hear all is well with you. Love the St. George and the dragon! Did you recite any of the Canterbury Tales to the pilgrims? LOL!