I’m a Roman soldier today…19th day of walking!!!

Firstly I have to apologise about my drivel yesterday. I was tired…I always am when I eventually arrive somewhere…I was joined by Marta and Barbara. They are from Oregan in the US. Marta lives …these are her words…in a red neck town called Crooked River Ranch. She says its stunningly beautiful with the mountains as backdrops but everyone is racist and homophobic. She drives an hour every day to work in a different town as a medic in the Firefighting corps.  She used to be a physiotherapist. Anyhow, she pulled a chair up to join me and said,

”I have my photos to sort out, don’t mind me go right ahead and write”

So my train of thought was fractured  and as my brain is still mushed, I didn’t say much of what was floating in my cerebellum.

It seemed only right in this Sahagun hotel to ask them to join me for dinner that night and Marta is a vegan…so not easy..but it was good, the bed was fabulous and clean and big so in my wisdom. I think well I walkways leave in the dark pre-dawn as its cool but in the morning, I waill lie in till 7am and have a leisurely breakfast and enjoy seeing Sahagun in the light.

My first mistake was not to find the Pilgrims office the night before to get my half way certificate!! Bummer, it didn’t open till after 10.30am.

Leaving Sahagun was uneventful because it seemed all industrial. When I did come across the Benedictine convent of Santa Cruz  I bubbled with excitement and took a photo as though it was the only church I had seen.

Apparently, Alfonso V1  is buried there with his  wives. Naughty boy, I was going to call in but he wasn’t expecting me and I doubt that his wives would have been thrilled so I passed buy without leaving my calling card. At one point, Alfonso offered his kinswoman to El CID in a pact…as you do!!!

But I had to get to El Burgo Rangers in the heat and the daylight.

I was a roman soldier because the road was so straight and lined with upright small sycamore trees so their shade was lovely.