Both the meseta and the páramo have now come to an end, which helped make today one of those ‘best-of-the-Camino’-montage walks.
There were rain, mist and mud, uphills, downhills, lavender bushes, peregrino monuments, cobblestones, loose gravel, long stretches of dirt road, long stretches of asphalt, the N-120, kamikaze cyclists, juice carts, confusing signage, random acts of kindness, an Oreo and even a Camino serenade!
(“Oh peregrina! something something Caminoooooo, something something Santiaaaago de Composteeeeela” )
Tomorrow I head towards the Montes de Léon mountains…I had a glimpse of them coming into Astorga this afternoon, and the peaks are definitely still covered in snow
Four weeks ago I arrived in Roncesvalles, with its snow-covered mountains
Two weeks later I arrived in a rainy Burgos, dreading the monotony of the meseta.
And now here I am again, another two weeks, more snow-covered mountains.
In a way it feels like a bookend.
In a way it feels like another beginning.
Daily Braveries 