Life's a Stitch

Uh-oh. If you follow the Camino you know that this appears to be lack of progress; even a step in the wrong direction. After listening to a wild night of rain reminiscent of home, we called a cab to take us back to Ponferrada for a rest day with the intention of buying rain pants yet again.

It was disappointing knowing we probably won't be seeing Loula and Claude again, a couple from Ottawa we've gotten to know. As the Camino does, it gave us a chance to meet new people and reunite with Russ, with whom we've leapfrogged since week one. He walks longer days than we do, but takes more rest days so we're often running into each other particularly in the larger cities where he tends to spend more time.

Better rested after a night of sleep, C agreed to go to the castle, where since he is over 65 and I, as a retired person, but under that magic age, qualified as "officially unemployed," we were admitted for 4e, a bargain. It was more than a gallery of artifacts, it explained how the castle was built and gave a glimpse into life in Medieval times.

The upper levels of the castle offered views of both city and countryside.

This evening we shared a delicious milk fed lamb dinner, a regional specialty, the antithesis of the two veggie and vegan meals we've had recently. Isn't it all about balance?

We walked back to our room after dark enabling one more castle photo with the Camino shell and arrow at street level pointing the Way.