Some days are just different

Today my trusty four-day partners, Stephanie, Janice and Pilar, completed about 28 kilometers ending in Villalcazar de Sirga, another small town. The old churches along the way are unbelievable, this one built in 1066, if I understood it right. That year rings a bell, doesn't it?

We passed two notable places - the first an individual, Pepe, offering almonds and love to passing pilgrims. 

Here you see Stephanie and her aunt Janice being thoroughly entertained by Pepe, an 80 year old man serving God by his outreach to the pilgrims. He wrote an individual prayer in each of our pilgrim passports.

The second an Albergue/bar (eating place) that bought me back to thoughts of a hippie commune of the 1960s.  

The place was complete with burros, chicks and hens, ducks, geese, dogs, and who knows what other beasts. Also had hammocks and guitar playing young people. And this is where we stopped for a mid-day meal.

Chicks cleaning up any crumbs we dropped

Burro at the table, right?

Stephanie with one of the dogs

Finally, a picture of me discussing the finer points of life with the man keeping watch over the church.

I include a couple of extra pictures for your enjoyment.