Hobbits? No.

Many pueblos throughout this region store their self manufactured wines in hand dug caves. We stayed one night in Moratinos where w found a whole 'hobbit' hillside filled with these caves. 

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We missed taking a photo of one local bringing some long chorizo sausages to his cave for some aging time. 

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Imagine having one of these in your town. Makes me slow down just to walk by it, to sit in a plaza looking at it, with a picnic of cheese, chorizo, membrillo and fruit! 

After the butcher, in a square guarded bySan Lorebzo

After the butcher, in a square guarded bySan Lorebzo

I love bridges becaus I love running water. Walking over it, pondering as I go, feels good. Of course walking through it is even better. And walking through it waving a fly rod is the best!

  The Rio Cea pushes around this very old bridge  

  The Rio Cea pushes around this very old bridge  

These springs are old, centuries old. I imagine a time with no water bottles or water bags. The only water they carried fit in a gourd. Lots of water runs along sections of the Camino while water is sparse in other sections. Franny had run out of water and really enjoyed this 'area se descanso'.

Just before Calzadilla

Just before Calzadilla

We're quickly approaching Leon, an ancient city of Spain.