Author: Mary Day

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September 27 Pilgrim Michel

September 27. Pilgrims. Michel (in the kilt). His grandfather was a POW in a concentration camp during WWII and when he returned home, he walked a pilgrimage and kept a day book. Michel is walking his grandfather’s pilgrimage by following his day book.

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September 27 Fromista to Carrion de los Condes 19 km / 12 miles

September 27. Fromista. It’s 0830 and I’m still not out of my room. Not very smart since that will make for a long walk in the heat of the day. Walked into a head wind the last 6-7 miles yesterday, and got an impressive sunburn. The heat, wind, and sunburn wiped me out, so I slept in this morning. Woke at 0700 and I’m usually up at 0545.  More Meseta today. Walking to Carrion de Los Condes. 19 km

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Leaving Fromista
Población de Campos – Pausing to determine whether to take an alternate route
Revenga de Campos
Revenga de Campos
Carrión de Los Condes
Carrión de Los Condes – Village children
Carrión de los Condes
Carrion de Los Condes: Proprietor of the Cafe la Parada. I spent too much time roaming around the village & the restaurant was closed when I arrived. The nice proprietor gave me enough food to make a meal. He had been there over 16 hours and still made time for me. No charge. The villagers are always so kind to us.

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September 25 Castrojeriz Albergue Orion, Camino Trascastillo

I have a private room (for 3 people because that’s the only option I had left in this village) and a private bath. It is an albergue, so there are dormitory areas also. They have sinks outside for hand washing clothes or a washing machine. I don’t have much to wash.
Three-course Korean community dinner that looks good and actually has vegetables at 7pm. Nice little British guy checked me in.
I crashed as soon as I got here. Just showered and dressed. Communal dinner at 7:00, so I am going to walk around a bit before then.
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September 25 Castrojeriz

A cold slice of watermelon and a coke. Sigh.

Another hot, dusty walk on the Meseta. Arrived at the bar and the proprietor asked where I was from. I always said TEXAS because no one knew about Kansas. Everyone knew Texas. Always…. ahh! Texas!! And so it was with this fellow. But he also had a motorcycle jacket displayed on his wall with Texas badges on it. He gifted me with the watermelon.