Astorga to Molinaseca - Over the hills and faraway

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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 🙄), 

and sort guidance from the writing on the wall 

and the local bishop - who was a little cagey, 


and I was on my Way once more - love it!

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 -  😳
I played guitar 🎸 after the World Cup finished.


 To be continued…


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