Day 22 elevation profile
Upon waking, we are so glad we didn’t push on yesterday afternoon in the rain and wind, as many pilgrims decided, or, were forced to do. The sun was trying hard to shine and the morning looked much brighter. Earlier pilgrims had certainly made the way clear for us. Maybe they were having too much fun.
This way, I think.
We passed many curious underground constructions which we found out later were called BODEGAS. These used to be, and some still are, caves under the fields where the wine in the area was cellared. Some have been converted into small lodgings, or rest spots for the workers in the field. What do you think they look like?
A Spanish Hobbit village?
The last few kilometres into Sahagun were in the company of a man from Norwich, in England. He knew a lot about birds and gave us a great ornithology lesson as we walked. He identified for us everything that flew past, even the ellusive cuckoo that had been following us since San Juan.