As it rained harder, I took cover in an albergue with an internet station in the lobby. I needed a rest anyway and caught up with news, emails, weather, and unimportant random browsing… The weather would be unseasonably cool and unsettled for at least another week. Hey, Spain! When does spring start? There wasn’t any heat in the lobby, and I started to get cold. I checked the time and couldn’t believe I had spent, or wasted, an hour on the internet… From Page 102, Camino De Santiago In 20 Days. I exited the albergue to even heavier rain, and took shelter again inside a tapas bar.
On my last post, On The Camino de Santiago in Spain, Hornillos del Camino to Castrojeriz, I had a good morning walk through the meseta before arriving in Castrojeriz. Including my time at the bar, I had spent three hours in the town—much longer than I had expected. When the rain lightened to showers, I had to move. Now, I’ll continue with my journey on the Camino de Santiago as I left Castrojeriz, 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).
These gravestones were on the west side of Castrojeriz across from, I believe, the Iglesia de San Juan.
On the exterior of the Iglesia de Santiago de los Caballeros, were these interesting skulls & bones, apparently to warn everyone that death was inevitable. I hoped not right away for me. I wanted to at least finish the Camino.
This fountain was in the small plaza outside the Iglesia de San Juan.
The meseta and the hill I soon had to climb.
I had never expected, and was very thrilled, to find this Roman causeway before the hill.
Similar to the Roman Road before Lorca, I was very excited to walk along this ancient structure.
The slow-moving Río Odrilla was at the end of the causeway.
Although I didn’t feel like it, now I had to climb. Similar to most afternoons, I persevered through my normal afternoon sluggishness.
At the top of this was this memorial that overlooked…
Castrojeriz, the valley, and the vast meseta. Now I was higher than the ruins of the castle.
The new shelter was also at the top of the hill. It was one of few along the Camino, and I’m sure would be well utilized during hot summer days or during a storm.
This well-worn path had been walked on for centuries.
The height of land formed a bench and soon, I was at the edge and could see the Camino for many kilometers ahead. Sorry, this photo is dark.
On the descent, I passed by this elaborate pilgrim memorial.
Although mustard flowers still lined the path in spots, they were much less noticeable than a few days earlier.
The approach to the San Nicolás de Puente Fitero Hospital, and the Puente de Itero del Castillo, just east of Itero de la Vega.
I apologize again because I don’t have a good photo of the entire San Nicolás hospital, which is now a very rustic albergue. As I wrote on page 105, “While I observed the exterior, a pilgrim appeared at the doorway and invited me inside. The interior was very rustic and charming. The hospitalero was in his 30’s, very friendly, and spoke English well. As a group of pilgrims watched from the old wooden table, he told me not to be shy, to come in, and talk. He offered me food and wine and said he had one bed available. I thanked him, but it was only six-thirty, the sun was out, and I had a good evening walk ahead. San Nicolás would be a unique and interesting place to stay one day. Later, I found out that some pilgrims planned their journey so they could stay there.”
Across the bridge was this border marker as I left the province of Burgos and entered Palencia.
The village of Itero de la Vega was just across the bridge. This monument was at the entrance.
The church in Itero de la Vega was among the simplest that I had seen in any of the villages.
It was siesta time and the streets and plaza were deserted. I had not seen another pilgrim walking since Castrojeriz, a few hours earlier.
Leaving Itero de la Vega, and back into the meseta.
As I wrote on page 105, “As I gently climbed a gravel road through farmland of wheat and recently plowed fields, I realized I hadn’t had a photo of myself since Burgos. I positioned the camera on my backpack and took a few with Itero de la Vega in the background. I looked so rough, like a wild beast…” To understand this you may need my book or look at my last post.
The road went on and on and…
on. Although this photo is also dark, I arrived to Boadilla del Camino in daylight. It was a long but pleasing day.
Earlier, I had seen a sign for a private albergue and wanted to stay there if a bed was available. I was lucky they had a spot for me, albeit, on a floor matress. On my next post, On The Camino de Santiago in Spain, Boadilla del Camino To Carrión de los Condes, after I struggled to get ready, I had a scenic morning walk, and, after visiting the town of Frómista, arrived to something else notorious on the Camino de Santiago—the senda. Please join me.
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