This is the dreaded Meseta day that everyone talks about. The first 17k has nothing in the way of food or services. There seemed to be a trail of gross toilet paper behind every occasional clump of trees. It wasn't the barren Meseta that we expected, but miles of farmland along a very straight and flat dirt road.
We saw this family strolling along and had the opportunity to meet them later. Mom and dad, from Poland, are walking with their nine month old son.
Chuck thought they were crazy until we had a chance to talk with them. Everyone has their own Camino.
Last night we met two German cyclists in their 70's. The one who spoke English approached Chuck and complimented him on his beard, which he hasn't trimmed since retiring on June 1. The man has dubbed him Hemmingway, who spent lots of time in towns on the Camino. He's got something there.
Tomorrow I'll post part 2, but for now here is our beautiful Meseta sunset:
Life's a Stitch 
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