16 miles. Another beautiful day on the Camino. The adobe houses of the Meseta are gone, and now the villages have substantial stone buildings. The walk has been a slow ascent up the mountain, with the path becoming steep and rocky the last 4 miles. My original plan was to stop in Rabanal, but the forecast tomorrow is for possible rain and thunder showers, so I am eager to cross and get off the mountain. I am in a tiny village which is coming back to life due to the Camino and the many Pilgrims. Surprisingly enough I even have my own very simple room vs, the albergue I was expecting.
I walked with my British friend, Terry, for awhile this afternoon, then ran into him again at the only place here that has WiFi. I met an American young woman yesterday, and talked with her again today; she has a most compelling story. Her mother was killed by a drunk driver 3 years ago, and her birthday is Friday. She always wanted to walk the Camino, so her daughter is walking and scattering her ashes along the way. This is a real life version of the motivation of Martin Sheen in the movie, 'The Way.'
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