Belorado, Spain

Yesterday I was too tired to write, so I’ll review today our journey from Najera to Santo Domingo, which is famous for the miracle of the rooster. In the rooster tale, it happened in the days of the Middle Ages that a family with a young attractive son arrived in town. A local girl flirted with the youth, but he scorned her. So she retaliated by accusing him of theft. the boy was hung, but the parents had strong faith in their son’s innocence. They went to the father to fight for their boy’s life. The father laughed and said your son is as dead as the chicken on my plate. At that, the chicken he was eating, sat up and crowed. The parents then happily discovered their son was also alive, and he was released. We walked most of this day in fog, making good time. What went well was that we started at 5:30 AM so finished around lunchtime. When we arrived, we asked around for a private room, and we were brought to the convent where Norm successfully bargained with the sister for a room there. We had two narrow single beds but with a view of the cathedral. We could hear the sisters chanting their prayers at vespers, and the sound of church bells ringing.