After such a sumptuous cena of paella I was expecting an equally delicious breakfast but was only offered toast and jelly and strong black coffee. I started hoofing it at 8 in my boots but soon my blisters reasserted themselves which meant that I had to switch back to Crocs. Thus attired I walked, walked, walked until I arrived in Carrión de los Condes which translates to "Rotten food of the Buzzards". Sort of like "Fleahop, Alabama".
I got a room at a hostal and after a siesta started looking for a supermercado when I encountered Rolf the nice German youngster I walked with last week. He had been down for a couple of days with tendonitis so now I have caught up with him.This happens a lot.
Revictualed (if there's such a word) I set about to take some shots of Buzzard Food and ran into Patricia and her friend Xavier who had I had met several days earlier. Patricia had given me a cookie in sympathy for my blistered feet and they invited me to join them at a pilgrims mass that was about to start. I was very moved by the service. I could understand almost all of it because it is so close to ours. It made me very homesick for St.John's and my church family. And I very very much miss Eucharist.
My festooned hat
Santiago
Our Lady of the Nice Rack
I don't care who you are - that's funny
That's me converting to Catholicism
Actually I am receiving a pilgrim blessing
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