July 1 – to Villar de Mazarife
She doesn’t think while she walk. She just look around and enjoy. Continue reading
She doesn’t think while she walk. She just look around and enjoy. Continue reading
Astorga is a nice town with a fine central square, which if I remember correctly, is not called Plazza Mayor. Continue reading
Foncebadón is a bunt of ruins and two restaurants and a church, where the Albergue is. Continue reading
The sun began to shine through, the clouds dissipated, and Ponferrada and the surrounding mountains emerged from the fog. Continue reading
The vibes weren’t so good anymore. Continue reading