Monday, April 29, 2024
This morning I really wanted to get out early so that I could take pictures of the illuminated cathedral in the dark. But everyone was so slow getting out that by the time we made it to the cathedral, they had turned off the lights. But we got some good pictures of the sunrise.
I was in a pretty melancholy mood about that, but we did get a pretty good start on the day.
One of the reasons we were able to get out early was that we skipped breakfast. We decided we would just grab something on the way out of León.
By the time we started getting hungry we happened to be hiking past a little stand where a guy had fruit and granola bars and some other stuff. I thought: “Wow, the Camino provides once again.” But the experience wasn’t all that great.
This stand was like some others on the Camino where people offer stuff to pilgrims, and they don’t really charge for the stuff per-se -- they just ask for a donation. I’m sure there are people who take advantage of these people and don’t give anything, or maybe they give just a little. Anyway, the kids started telling me what they wanted (a granola bar, an orange, a little muffin, etc.). Then the guy barked at me to keep my kids under control. He said: “This is run by donations and I don’t have a big organization behind me paying for all this stuff, so you have to leave a donation.” It was about the coldest anyone has treated us on the Camino, and it really got my hackles up. We are busting our chops out here trying to take this whole family on the Camino. It’s tough, but we are paying our own way and being fair to everyone we interact with. Just the hint that I wouldn’t pay for something like this (or that my kids are brats) just made me mad.
Contrast that with the Pakistani guy who owned the restaurant where we ate roasted chicken yesterday. When we ordered he said with a huge smile and broken Spanish: “No gusta, no pagar” (If you don’t like it, you don’t pay). And then he delivered the best roasted chicken I have ever eaten and at a fraction of what we would have paid anywhere else.
OK, I’m done with this rant.
After that we just walked and walked and walked. My shoulders were pretty sore for the first half of the day or so, and Betty’s feet got sore, but we made it 26.24 km (16.3 miles). It’s the second farthest day on the Camino and the farthest we’ve walked since day 4 (Pamplona to Puente la Reina). We are really hoping to make it about that far each day for the next couple of weeks so we can knock this thing out. We are all really missing home. It’s not going to be easy. We’ve got some pretty serious mountains between us and Santiago. But we’re feeling pretty good.
Tonight we are in a little town called San Martín del Camino. Tomorrow we should be in Astorga -- the end of the Meseta, and (un)officially two thirds through the Camino.
Tonight we had a really great dinner of cheesy pasta -- specially made by our hospitalera. She made the hugest pot for us, so we’ve got a bunch of extra that we can take for lunch tomorrow.
Now it’s 8:30pm, and I really am hoping to get some good rest tonight. I haven’t slept well in days. Last night I kept worrying that Anahi would fall out of bed. She was on the bunk right above me, and it was about the squeakiest bed I’ve ever seen. So I’m really hoping for a good sleep tonight. If that can happen, we can get up earlier and hopefully beat the rainstorm that is forecast for tomorrow afternoon.