León did not impress. Perhaps it was just the indifferent receptionist at our hotel, a mediocre dinner after pigeons dive bombed us while we were trying to have a drink, or just the fact we didn’t take the time to look around. But for me, León looked like just another city.
At s bar we stopped at for late breakfast/early lunch, we ran into two German gals we had met our first night on pilgrimage at Ortison (don’t know their names). They seemed delighted to discover we were still on the Camino.
I discovered afterwards from John their “delight” was probably caused by their surprise I was still making a go of it. A significant (not sure of the exact number) percentage of people who start in St. Jean end up dropping out for various reasons, and apparently that first night at Orrison I was at the top of most people’s Least Likely to Succeed list.
One thing I haven’t mentioned before are the various statues and other small tributes to Camino pilgrims you find along the way as you walk. So I took a picture of one.
Around 4:00 we arrived at the town we would be staying in, Villar de Mazarife. We are in a small private room at an Albergue, which is the name given to places that rent bunk beds for the night. This means we will be joining a bunch of other pilgrims for both dinner tonight and breakfast tomorrow. I am looking forward to the experience.
Blessings to all. Thanks for the prayers. I feel great.