Bells ring on the hour. While I don't hear them every hour, churches and bells are around many bends on the trail. We climbed the bell tower in Santo Domingo.
The storks love the height of the churches and don't seem to mind the clanging bells. Stork nests are everywhere so the thrill is almost gone. But the nests are so massive and the birds so big I never tire of seeing them.
We search out small Albergues in small pueblos to find community dinners with other peregrin@. The spirit of these groups shouldn't be missed. We have been with most of this group off and on for the past few days.
We walked through a sculpture garden in the 'middle of nowhere'. The spirit of the peregrin@ is strong and creative. Everyday!
Her we are at a summit under a cross with the 'sassy, gassy' Irish gals. We slogged through a couple hours of rain and mud to get here. Turns out I love playing in the rain. Good thing because we'll be walking through a bunch of it in the coming days.
After watching several older men come in for their mid morning refresher, I asked the owner for one of the same. He gave me a warm large smile and gave me a muscatel with a splash of Orujp. We then toasted together to a buen Camino. We made each other's day a little brighter.
The second largest cathedral in Spain behind Seville. We'll tour the 21 chapels inside today.
The oldest humans found to date are in the Museo de Evolucion Humana. We took in a special evening filled with incredible displays and live music with fantastic acoustics!
The horns were so toe tappy Franny and I grabbed hands and began to dance. Our enthusiasm was caught on film by the museo PR rep and the local newspaper beat writer. Maybe we're in the local paper today. What a special place along the river on Burgos.
A contemplative stretch on a wet day.
Franny walking a spiral. What a beautiful image!
Franny in her city touring outfit in the Museo.