Leaving Hornillos at dawn.

Light from rising sun hitting hills to the west. Vast, green fields of wheat.

Passed through the village of Hontanas. Like Hornillos, in a curious location down in a circular bowl or depression. So not visible until it magically appears, at the last minute.

Then came to this place – the ruins of a 14th Century Monastery and pilgrim hospital called San Anton. The remains are beautiful to walk through. There were some friendly volunteers present who run a small albergue to maintain the tradition. The ‘Tau’ cross is much in evidence here .

Carvings at San Anton.

Nearing Castrojeriz. The fort on the top of the hill was destroyed in the great earthquake of 1755, which more famously did so much damage to Lisbon. The actual town is to the left.

Walking down a long street of Castrojeriz to find municipal albergue at the other end of town. It’s picturesque, however at this point I am feeling somewhat hot, tired and dehydrated.

Just up these stairs now …

View from porch of albergue, where pilgrims hang out. After more conversation, some turn out to be dealing with serious medical issues, which I will not go into for reasons of privacy.

At dinner outside at a local restaurant, L. showed some of his interesting photo artwork from Milan, on his phone.