Pretty much all of our training has been along Linear Park and all the while we have been accompanied by the chatter, twitter, warble, squawk, screech, caroling, quacking, cawing and outright laughter of myriad birds; when we haven't felt much like walking it has always been the colours and chorus, the babies and the antics of the birds that have changed our 'drudgery' to joy. Sweet little reminders of God's amazing creation.

Friday, May 8, 2015

Day 9: Belorado to San Juan de Ortega 25.2kms

We have been truly blessed with the weather so far; that is apart from the madding, relentless wind yesterday that drove even the birds into silence. The countryside is beautiful, the fields green, and everything is old, old, old. It will also be a different picture later as the many trees in the village plazas will be in full leaf; it seems they are the only thing truly tended, trimmed to show their age. No wonder I guess as it will be those trees offering their shade when the temperatures rise. We attended mass in a beautiful old church in the evening and were given a pilgrims' blessing at the end, we were staying in the old monastery, old, old old; I would like to go back and cook for those monks as what they were offering was less than wonderful. It is as with beds though, we are so grateful for anything we can get!