New views on the Camino today, and it’s going up. Beautiful. I am in Foncebadón, 1400m. It’s burning in the forest far below the village. The village is a bunch of ruins, and two restaurants and a church, where the Albergue is. I met two women from Quebec. “La vie est belle,” they say.
We went and ate at one of the restaurants that has a medieval theme. Paula and George joined us. The food was good, but my stomach was up and down during the night.
On the way to Foncebadón
On the way to Foncebadón.
On the way to Foncebadón. You see some people speaking, some cars. But where are they living? Only ruins around.
Foncebadón. The ruins paradise?
Foncebadón, The church, also the albergue. Not so many places.
Foncebadón. Ruins.
Foncebadón. More ruins.
Foncebadón. Only ruins.
Foncebadón. Like an old western movie.
Foncebadón. Ruins, ruins.
Foncebadón. O! A woman sewing. Is she really living here?
Foncebadón. A nice resataurant. Where are all the people coming from? Paula, Claudine, Paule and George.
Foncebadón. Paule and George.
Foncebadón. George and Paula.
Foncebadón.