The landscape is slowly changing. I am coming out if the Maeseta and evaded into the mountains. Today was a long 18 mile steady uphill that got steeper as I went along. I passed through many derelict villages and found my energy rising as I neared the destination, Foncebadon. It seemed to be always around the next curve, and I was eager to arrive. I assed so e very dilapidated buildings and walked up the winding road to the town I just knew was at the top f the hill. Imagine my surprise when I came on a sign indicated that I was walking OUT of the town! Those dilapidated structures? Right! Not much here. No wifi, no market, no gas station. It is a bit odd to work so hard to get nowhere!
However, some time in the eleventh century the Spanish Catholic Church had a meeting f all of the bishops to decide "important" question. While there is not much of a present here (other than three p,aces for pieregrinos to sleep) this used to be an importance community. I'd guess that may e 40 people live here, and most of the buildings are tumbling down!
And there definitely is no night.ife. Somehow when I checked in, I did not understand that I had to reserve dinner(. When I asked about it I got a lecture about how I did not make a reservation. I'm not sure where she thought I might find a meal, but she finally grouches that she would let me eat.
Tomorrow (Tuesday) I cross the mountains, signified by an iron post. Pieregrinos are supposed to bring a stone from home and leave it there. I've brought three scallop shells, one given to me by a friend. I will place them there, feel my gratitude for my many friend and move on. If I can rep to this pace I will walk into Santiago on Wednesday the 18th. Hard to believe this is going to happen.
All is well with me tonight. It is already 8:20, and I will be asleep by nine. Good rest to all of you. When you read ths I will be in ponferrada, backin the wired word!
An adventure follows..more later!