As I entered the suburb of Columbrianos, I stopped at a church on the hillside overlooking the valley. A large group of cyclists were having a race or a rally, and the parking lot was a rendezvous point. They had a catered dinner on a table set up next to a large van that carried their gear and supplies. For a moment, I thought it was the Tour de France, until I remembered where I was. The other side of the church was far quieter with only two pilgrims having a siesta on a bench. They were trusting, with their belongings spread out around them. One never knows what they may find in a backpack. If someone stole a certain bag from mine, all they would get would be stinky underwear and socks… From Page 154, Camino de Santiago In 20 Days and my post On The Camino De Santiago in Spain, Ponferrada to Camponaraya.
Posted on: Fri, 19 Jul 2013 17:52:51 +0000
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