Life's a Stitch

This morning we took a train, flying past the end of the Meseta and the walk along a major highway, into the Spanish city of Leon for a much needed halftime break.

I didn't realize how tired we were. Not one for napping I could easily spend a day resting in Leon. And C is finding the bustle of the city difficult and is happy to snooze a day away. Plus the bursitis is flaring in my left foot, so a day of icing and voltarin and arnica rubs couldn't hurt.

I bought myself a pair of rainpants to avoid another opportunity for soaken misery. This way we'll be assured of good weather for the second half. C was not enthused with my purchase. Was it the weight? Heck, we've consumed the equivalent in meds being halfway through our trek.

Leon was having its Medieval festival. The street food was delicious, but expensive.

We toured the cathedral and the 11th century basilica where we will attend a pilgrim's mass tomorrow. The 13th century gothic cathedral marked a change in European architecture, where instead of a dark closed in atmosphere light was encouraged, in this case through 1800 square meters of stained glass. Before this new design, the large cathedrals needed the structure of solid walls to support their height.

We were also on time for the Saturday morning market. I have never seen a head of greens this beautiful.

So tonight we're having salad, go figure, and pizza.