We are back in our familiar hotel in Leon where Vic recuperated last year. They recognized us. So easily comes fame. It goes by the name of O!H. Not a typo. Go ahead, pronounce THAT for a Spanish taxi driver when your wife is sick.
Sleep last night was difficult, as a group outside the bar across the (very narrow) street had an extremely loud, animated discussion until past 1:30. Probably they were discussing atomic physics or relative merits of modern art or something. Was alcohol involved? Very probably.
Building on yesterday’s hike, today was another 19 km day. I think we are hitting ‘the wall’ sooner, not getting stronger. What, you think only marathoners can hit a wall? Slow walkers have walls.
By comparison, Lafitte, a priest that did the pilgrimage in the late 1600s, AVERAGED 40 km a day. And he had to find his own way (no yellow arrows or maps), find food and lodging (no guidebooks), say mass every day (no comment), and he was carrying his own luggage and probably wearing sandals. Gives you a lot of respect for medieval pilgrims.
It was a pleasant walking day though – not too hot, and no rain. Just a bit dreary scenery, with much walking alongside highways and through industrial areas. We have seen a lot of car dealerships. Coffee stops were not entirely where we wanted them.
We saw a couple interesting stork nests, with young at this time of year. The nests are huge and balanced on building tops, and if they fell down they would cause serious damage.
Leon is familiar enough by now that when we were routed off the Camino by a TV production crew we were able to take back streets straight to the hotel. Another city conquered.
I can see why your would choose the route between the fields rather than beside a busy highway.
Take it easy, rest when you can. Admire you both.
So glad you are up to walking today – how are the shin splints?