Astorga to Molinaseca - Over the hills and faraway

A well-trodden rocky road, ascents and descents, from a cool sunny morning yesterday in Astorga,

to dinner this evening by a Roman bridge in Molinaseca.

It is good to be here - after two days walking the Camino Frances, and feeling the community connection and spirit again. Vespers last night in Rabanal del Camino . . . 


Yesterday morning, I farewelled the albergue kitchen in Astorga - without breakfast (my fault 🙄), 

Stepped outside, 


and a little further up the street, found some guidance from the writing on the wall. 

and the local bishop - who was a little cagey, 

I was on the way once more!

Before long - I had company 👍

and soon after, began to wonder ‘what's behind the green door(s)’ 🎵

More importantly- I thought about breakfast. Fortunately, a hippy bar was around the corner.

A brunch of orange juice, tortilla and coffee accompanied by peculiar vibe, and I was away. 

The albergue of Our Lady El Pila was home for the night, run by Isabella -  a local legendary Hospitalera. We chatted,  and she gave me a bowl of cherries. I felt like a local! 

Locals came in to watch the World Cup- Spain played a 0-0 - draw. The atmosphere was subdued -  😳

After the game, I played guitar for a while then headed to bed. A long hilly walk tomorrow.

Before long I was taking in mountain wild flower vistas 

Approaching the mountaintop village of Foncebadon - a mysterious place, featured in The Pilgrimage by Paulo Coelho.

The village has developed since I was last here over ten years ago.

Back then, everyone staying at the Albergue shared an enormous paella served at this table.

Nowadays, there is more on offer - from luggage transfer services 

to hostel choice and new construction.

The view is still spectacular.

The Crux de Ferro is the highest point in Spain of the Camino Frances  - over the centuries, a place where pilgrims have sort solace and to leave their burden behind.

I added a stone to the pile at the foot of the Cross and walked away - relieved and hopeful.

The wildflowers were a joy.

But the loose jagged rocks on the descent were awful.

Lunch at El Acebo was a welcome respite.

My downhill shuffle continued past ruins 

and restored houses.

There is life and charity - and opportunity here.


The combination of fruit and juice provided the needed energy to sustain me into Molinaseca.

- and my Albergue for the evening.

It was a long day- memorable, and tough at times.

After dinner by the river,


I walked back to the albergue, 

and fell asleep almost immediately . . . 💤

 


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