A new month. I started quite early, but it was difficult to find my way out from Leon. I had breakfast after walking 7 km. Then I took a different path, but there were still a lot of pilgrims around.
The Albergue in Villar de Mazarife was enjoyable, painted in green, blue, orange, and red. I willl sleep outside. There were many French-speaking people and many older people as well.
When I talked with Sophie about all the thoughts that come to mind while walking, she said that she doesn’t think. She just looks around and enjoys. So I practiced doing that today.
Freno.
To Villar. Burned land.
The albergue in Villar
The albergue in Villar