This afternoon was like a forced march through the heat and 85-degrees of full, glaring sun. To me it was more difficult than the Pyrenees were….Too many 25-degree steep hills, again.And new blisters to go with those hills.

But the reward was a pilgrims Mass in the Monestary of San Juan de Ortega, where the priest gave all the pilgrims a special blessing and he laid a beautiful silver cross around each of our necks. Very moving.

I’ll post photos when the interest service is stronger.

But now, it’s to bed. Tomorrow: the big city of Burgos!!!