Rabanal del Camino, Spain

We have left the Meseta, or high plain behind as we enter the foothills of the coastal mountains. Tradition has it that as you walk the Meseta you are plagued by your dark side of doubts and fears. Once you begin to climb, one’s thoughts become lofty. Certainly that seems to be where we are heading. As we left Astoga, We came upon a little shrine filled with pilgrims at prayer and lighting candles. I went in and lit my candle for Dave Nuebacher and prayed while Norm waited outside. We hiked own and our talk moved to deeper topics, of love and caring, of being aligned with what truly matters. The path wound up the mountain and in a most harmonious way we matched our pace and forged onward. The sky was grey overhead, but the rain didn’t arrive until we reached our destination. We walked 13 miles today, an easy day. For us. We had fruit and nuts for lunch by the trail side reaching Rabanal del Camino by two.