The trickle of pilgrims started leaking out of the albergue at five o’clock and by six, many had already left. It wouldn’t have been so bad if my mattress wasn’t near the boot rack. Most of the early risers were over fifty years old and they talked and slammed the door; one idiot even turned on the light. Many left while it was still pitch black outside. In the past, I had been criticized by certain people for walking late. At least I hadn’t walked in the dark, yet… From Page 102, Camino De Santiago In 20 Days.
Now, I’ll continue with my journey on the Camino de Santiago as I left Boadilla del Camino, Castilla y León. Even if you don’t have my book, you can still enjoy this post, and learn more about walking the French Way or Camino Francés (map from Wikipedia Commons).
On my last post, On The Camino de Santiago in Spain, Castrojeriz to Boadilla del Camino, I had arrived after an enjoyable evening walk, however, the next morning was overcast and cold again.
As I wrote on page 108, “The albergue’s large backyard was accented with flowers, shrubs, and a metal statue of two pilgrims. It was a kind of place where I could spend a sunny afternoon, but for some reason, I always seemed to be preoccupied on the Camino.”
Besides the poor sleep, I was happy with the albergue. The Canadian hospitalero and his staff were very friendly, and took good care of everyone. The 16th century Iglesia de Santa Maria de la Asunción was directly across from the albergue’s front gate.
In front of the church was the 15th century El Rollo Gótico that was once used to chain and shame, or hang, those who had apparently done something wrong. I apologize this photo was cut-off.
This cute horse was in a yard between houses. I wished I had an apple for her or him.
The water tower on the outskirts of Boadilla del Camino.
From Boadilla del Camino, the Camino followed this path along a dike that separated the Canal de Castilla from the farmland on the left. Despite the cool morning, it was a great way to start the day. The path was flat and there were numerous birds singing and flying.
After walking for just over an hour, I arrived to…
this lock at the end of the Canal de Castilla, just before Frómista.
I didn’t take any photos in Frómista for some reason, but I remember the Camino only touched the edge of the downtown area. I continued walking until I reached this memorial, just before an overpass across the N-620 freeway.
Once I crossed the freeway, I arrived at something that was notorious on the Camino de Santiago—the senda. Basically, the senda was a gravel path adjacent to, or near, the highway. For the next few days, it would be a prominent feature on the Camino. Some pilgrims who were short of time opted to skip sections, such as these, that went on for many kilometers. My thoughts regarding the senda were similar to those with the meseta. To make good time, or make up for lost time on the Camino, it would be on the senda. I also knew there were mountains a few days ahead that would likely slow me down.
As I wrote on page 110, “It was Saturday, and by far the day with the most people I had seen walking the Camino. Many were Spanish families out for the day… I saw men in jeans, women with purses, young children with tiny backpacks, and babies in strollers.”
The Casa Consistorial in the village of Población de Campos.
The bridge over the Río Ucieza would be the highlight for a while.
Back on the senda.
The Church of San Lorenzo in the village of Revenga de Campos. The style and architecture of the churches were changing, although I wouldn’t understand it clearer until the next day.
In Revenga de Campos, the statue of St. James commemorated the 2004 Holy Year.
Back on the senda.
I don’t know the significance of this concrete or cement cross that stood in the middle of a farmer’s field. It was weathered and looked as if it had been there for ages.
Originally, I thought this bird was a cardinal but after posting this photo to my Facebook page, a helpful reader noted it was a Crested Lark.
The walk through Villarmentero de Campos only took a few moments.
I wrote on page 110, “It was sad but sometimes comical watching people scramble on the side of the senda trying to find somewhere to go to the washroom. There were no public washrooms and very few private spots. Land was mostly flat, trees were sparse, buildings were in villages, and usually, there were many people around. Some went in plain sight… to be honest though, it was only comical because it wasn’t me.”
I had seen signs for businesses in the town of Carrión de los Condes, and would have my break there.
I had a lot of time to think, and thank the senda and this typical landscape. It was during times such as these that the idea for my book was hatched, although I didn’t really decide until the latter few days of my journey.
Dark clouds above and farmland by my sides.
As I wrote on page 111, “I arrived at Carrión de los Condes exhausted. It was one o’clock, and I had walked about twenty-five kilometers with only a minor break. Now, I was going to have a good rest and a good meal.”
I will leave it here as I entered Carrión de los Condes. On my next post, On The Camino de Santiago in Spain, Carrión de los Condes To Calzadilla de la Cueza, I visited Carrión de los Condes, had an interesting lunch, met a friend from the albergue in Boadilla del Camino before saying goodbye, and walking through a fierce spring storm. Please join me.
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