Left the Monastery cloaked in fog; through Suburriba with apple trees, blackberries and hazelnuts for munching. Fields of corn; bird songs overladen with sounds of construction workers building a new road. Up up up, paths strewn with falling leaves, sun shining on gum trees, sometimes water music.
Saw a back porch laden with garlands of drying beans.
Leaving Salas one can see the huge new bridge structure curving into the distance.
Was invited into a
yard to view closer the bunches of drying corn – such local kindness. A warm thought to hold close as it was then uphill with two vicious zig zags. I am thankful for the dry weather, as the path surface was often uneven with loose stones. Would be even more difficult in the rain. A frightening piece of walking on the highway, the new highway looming abo
ve; wind turbines larger than before. The earth is a study of various hues, up again to green hued plots of land and finally into Bodenaya.This place is a wonderful haven – we are only 3 in this room – a gift on the Camino of many persons sharing rooms. Pine walls, camino mementos, photos gleam from the walls.
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